The sound of crunching would irritate the woman in herself. With eyes closed, ears swiveled to the sound. Brows scrunched but even as the other woman came swooping by her, she wouldn't be startled or even flinch. A wicked grin stretched her maw as the girl was making her way past her, practically bumping into her and pushing her over. Instead, Zola would rise to all fours gently and let out, "You're awfully in a hurry there." Taking a step towards the girl, not interested in knowing names or whatever else there was that friendly wolves spoke to each other, "Off to the next adulterous man are we?"
Zola had little politeness herself and didn't care for anyone but Zola. She believed herself a princess and those should cower or bow to her. Okay, maybe that was a bit much. But she liked to play the part. She didn't have much to do anyway. So why not have a little fun?
