Milk and Honey

She really was trying her hardest to ignore Ash, but it was hard with his constant yammering. The pale woman sighed, but she had to admit that she was slightly curious as well. She had thought that Illie was one of Valentine's kids as well, the eye dots were kind of a dead giveaway. But most of his kids were massive, and she was shorter than her. Shrugging her shoulders to herself, she just wished that they could get on with everything. Mercy snorted when Illie said as long as he wasn't annoying, her gaze darting between the two. She really needed to bite her tongue to keep her from commenting on it, but oh damn did she want to say something. The woman was actually thankful when Ash spoke up once more, saying that he thought she was a Destruction. Her lips twitched slightly, purple gaze resting evenly on him. "I was, but I don't exactly get along with my family. I may have been born a Destruction, but I cast away the shameful name and made my own mark. I didn't want to be aligned with them anymore," she said with a soft growl, turning around to start their patrol. "I'm my own wolf now."

Ears stayed flat against her head at Ash's sing song voice about a march, eyes rolling. Was he ever going to grow up? Damn. Mercy ignored everything that Illie was saying about her name, she wasn't sure if she wanted to be sad for her or what. It was just a lot easier to push past it, focusing instead on what the white and blue girl asked next. Grinning, she turned her head around to flash it at Illie. "We bite it," She said with a laugh, picking up the pace somewhat. "a good time for you to practice what I taught you." Mercy teased. Weaving between the trees, she stopped at every other one along the border to rub herself against the trunk, marking it with her scent. Turning around again, she rose a brow at Illie, gesturing to the tree for her to do the same.

"Speech"
'thoughts'