Hideaway Strath moonlight casted upon sinner's skin

Whrist was taken off guard by the accent of the female and she might have become more welcoming toward her should Aerin have been born another color but it was not to be, her grudge her ingrained and taught behaviour just would not let go.

She narrowed her white blue eyes trying the word of the first time and fumbling on the accent trying to mimic the word as she heard it “Midvife?” She looked at the femme confused never having heard that term before.

She continued though only after a briefly pause “I was here in the strath as they moved in and just never left. You were there before they came here? I have a question for you then.”
She blundered on not giving the female a chance to back out, the other's in the pack seemed to hold onto knowledge like it was the worlds most precious commodity and this frustrated Whrist much more then the color of Aerin's pelt at this moment “This Sasha… what is the story behind her, she seems off and do you know the story behind this … this…” the black wraith spat the word venomously  “Simmik”

She sat down, changing her body language from annoyance to calm patience and somehting akin to acceptance and waited to hear if this one had insight to share, she looked off to the side and begrudgingly shared her name, she should give something to get something “I’m Whrist”