NO LAUGHING MATTER

The ebony dame slithered forward, green eyes glittering with irritation at the summoning. Couldn't they forgo this crap? What did she care about some heart to heart meeting? She did her tasks and she did them with proficiency, was that not enough? God damn sons of bitches. Couldn't keep well enough alone, everyone has to know everyone elses buisness. She almost snarled. She glided into the meeting of wolves, obvious irritation and disdain painted upon her visage. Their were too many wolves, too many faces. She hated such things.