Hideaway Strath Long Live The Queen!

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Whrist took Arlette’s glance and more thoroughly examined the red femme but frowned slightly and gave only a bare shake of her head.

Then simmik arrived and got to close to whrist as she was sitting between the Grandmaster and Nyra, as Simmik drapped herself across the Grandmaster. Her pitch black muzzle wrinkled in something akin to disdain or disgust or was that jealously she was a mess emotionally and not even she knew.

The black wraith was not a social wolf she had raised herself, amongst others who shunned her. She was an emotionally stunted mess, Her emotions were something she never had to deal with out on her own as a lone wolf and her confusion only made her crazier. She was going to snap soon and that wasn’t likely going to be pretty.

As the white witch lay down Whrist forced her face to smooth out, hoping no one aside perhaps Simmik herself saw her unguarded emotions.

She pointedly turned her gaze to the grandmaster as he spoke and then the Nyra. Whrist joined in Nyra’s joy and Shifted to lift her voice in harmony with the new Overseer’s