Stepping on Toes

Dark blue watched the white maiden who remained silent the whole time Paradox spoke, only muttering less than a handful of words when she actually spoke. It would make her sigh in disappointment, giving a small shake of her skull and flick of her tail. ”Why must the beautiful be dull.” Tones were light and directed to no one in particular, more so just for herself as she extended a paw and spread her tones, gaze being directed to her claws. The shewolf was one of few appealing wolves she has met, but her lack of expression was causing the laid wolf to become bored quickly.

At last she did speak, a home. Well, that was an earful. Paradox's skull lifted, brows raising, one slightly higher than the other while one side of her lip raised a little in a 'seriously?' look. Either, she was part of that pathetic pack whose leader didn't bother defending, or she was part of the group who lived here before Hellstrom settled. But which one, hm? ”How unfortunate.” Her leg was replaced over the other hanging over the rock, what could be described as sympathy appearing in her as a show. ”Interested in taking it back?” She noted the head tilt but would ignore it, curious to whether the girl sought to reclaim the place, or if she would eve dare giving that kind of information away.