The verdict won't change

Sorcière les Désastre
A sudden spark ignites, And from the dark a light breaks the silence

Sorcière merely listened as the darker dame spoke, a simple brow rose as the dark somewhat purple she-wolf spoke in quite an odd manner. Or so that seemed to be odd to the romania warrior. "One dose not have to appear to be one thing or another." A simple statement, any wolf could seem like they were nothing of the fighting sort and yet hold that element of surprise upon another wolf. It was one tactic her mother taught the molten warrior well and one best used in more dire situations. Yet it did not end here as that gaze followed the purple hued women, listening as she spoke. Offering a bet and a spar to her, one that Sorcière didn't agree with and decided to decline.

"You've yet to explain as to what other ranks your pack holds." Being a bit bold for once; perhaps "I'll have to decline your..spar." The warrior supposed she was trying to be nice in declining such a thing, but it was not something she wished to bet upon. For one did not bet upon the life of another, at least not easily so. Sorcière couldn't readily speak of those who were darker of mind and heart, knowing darker souls lurked in these lands.