trouble will find me

The small, cryptic smile does not fall from her dark lips as he denies her invitation to join her. Instead, a short chuckle rises in her throat; yes, be wary of me. The alabaster wolf stays put and in return watches her with a sharpness in his eyes, nearly as sharp as her own.

Long, fluid tail ticks with thought as Leera mulls over his words. Abaven. This is the first time she's heard the name -- strange, if it truly is the longest surviving pack. "Hm. Hardly heard of it," she dismisses, but there's still a fiery light in her eyes. His decision to shoot the word rat back at her is amusing and she takes no offense. Lips meld into a smirk again and she nods. "Common rat, yes -- although, not for long. You may call me Leera."