Grouse Thicket I’m a chimpanzee

But again, Mal wasn't really lying. It was the truth but with a few changed details -- easy to remember, easy to say, hard to mess up. But maybe she did know someone? Hm. Wasn't sure what to make of that, but he didn't get excited about it, I dunno -- not really any true white white wolves in my pack at least. Some black ones though, some sorta lightish, but no white -- s'why I asked. She got like.. darker eyes than you though, but not too much y'know? He frowned, sort of snarking as an aside, Damn, I wish I'd remembered to get her name. Refocusing then, bit more scheming but apparently would have had fun with what he was planning, But I got this whole thing planned... Said she was a great fighter, so she was gonna show off her skills when we met up -- I'd be all 'yeah, what do I call my warrior queen?' or somethin' like that. Was gonna be great I think, still gotta work out some details... But if you don't know some chick that sounds kinda like that, dunno where to go look. Another frown then, Just don't like bein' ditched, it ain't cool.

But, moving on, he looked over to the black woman then, whose words had been pretty weird as well, So, who're you, since you didn't say? She hadn't introduced herself. She'd been acting odd the whole time. Weird faces and everything. In her own little weird world maybe? Lurking on the edge on the conversation and everything.