Grouse Thicket I’m a chimpanzee

Her black ears turned toward the male as words were given life, words that she did not trust. The furrowing of his brow the slight hesitation before a name fell from his lips. Made her lips lift a little in distaste like she was eaten something bitter.

She frowned, her eyes flicked to Nyra the two of them could take this male; if he wanted to spout lies to them he deserved no less. The smile she offered to wrist then to this male, made Whrist think that perhaps she too had caught the lies, however the white brute at her side spoke as if she accepted his words at face value

Hum.. did that one want Arlette or the Medic Dove or Simmik, she for one would be glad to toss the captive out. Perhaps the white and stained Sasha. Whirst realized with sudden distaste she was surround with more white wolves then she cared to admit. Her lips remained lifted in distaste as this thought tasted more horrible to her them some lieing beggar.

She allowed her eyes to stay upon and decided to play the game as it were her voice gracing the air for the first time “Oh you don’t mean….” She trailed off and grinned then sat, purposely relaxing her body and lifting a hind foot to scratch behind her ear casually as if to say you don’t concern me stranger.
 She had no idea what Nyra was playing at but she’d back the White Witch up as any pack member should.