They say that rock will never survive

Soleil had taken her sweet time answering to the silver man's call. She had no desire to please him and had to control her every move around the brown witch...known to him as Limno. She would never use her name, she refused because that would be a sign of respect. To show her such would be a lie and the tri colored woman was no lire. She held no kindness or respect for the thieving, conniving witch. Granted she had much worse names for the witch when she came to mind but her mother had taught her to be better than that. A small smile would grace her features as the image of her mother's scowl would pop up in her memory banks at even calling another woman a witch.

What had been a memory of her mother was ruined by the scent of the very witch that had brought on the memory and a scowl of her own would form on her face as turquoise eyes would find the other three wolves on the beach. The urge to tackle the brown woman into the ebony sand beneath their paws washed over her the closer she got to them. Soleil could taste her own blood as she bit down on her lip to regain control of her emotions. When she had control again she would breath deeply and then exhale slowly, allowing her cool, calm and collected mask mash down her jealousy.

As she approached the three of them Jaelle would receive a smile of gratitude for the kindness she had done for her. Someday she would find a way to repay the bell coated, scarf wearing she wolf, but for now a smile would have to do. Xephyris would receive a cold stare and a mechanical bow of her head. She wanted more than anything to sink her teeth into the woman at his side, to run herself along his side and claim him as her own once more...but that would have to wait for another time. For a moment she wasn't going to great them as a pair and then thought better of it, it wasn't like they could understand her anyway. First she would great the alpha by name "Xephyris." and then her cold stare would turn on the brown woman at his side only to turn colder before greeting her by she had given her "Sorcière" She could not and would not give a woman respect or trust she hadn't earned. All she could do was hope Xephyris would let her get away with it because as she told him already....she had nothing and no one as it was.