We'll ride the rails with our pistols drawn [Claiming]
A few moments after she sinks into the brush the sound of foot steps infiltrates the babes senses. Her head swings toward the source, and within seconds she's almost trampled as a massive wolf rushes toward the gathering. With her fangs bared she growls back at him, the hair along her nape and spine erect. No words are exchanged as he marches on, and it is then that she decides hiding in the brush isn't such a great idea. There were a lot of senseless wolves in Boreas, and the last thing she wanted was to be trampled by some fool. Casually she emerges from the brush and shakes any debris from her gorgeous pelt. Once she is satisfied she takes a seat as she still does not want to approach the group and make conversation. A large bundle of fur and flesh presses against her right leg, and the movement startles her until she looks to see Marco sitting beside her. A warm smile graces her lips. She sure does love that wolverine. "Watch carefully Marco. We may get lucky and see some bloodshed." An eerie snicker rumbles within her chest as her crimson eyes turn back on the wanna be king. Marco mimics her actions and their ears swivel toward Xephyris to hear what he has to say. After all, the only reason she's here is to observe the new kingdom in the making, and hopefully see some combat.
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