MAYBE I'M A DIFFERENT BREED

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Switchback dipped her head to Kamala and then to Pontifex, it was good to be around other wolves from Seracia. Then, trying not to step out of line, she sat down and began to listen to the conversation between the mysterious Amenti leader and her fellow pack members. As she listened she tried to figure out what Medusa was trying ask for. She had mentioned some kind of agreement, but that hardly narrowed it down. Their was endless possibilities of what she was talking about, and Switchback was completely oblivious of what the midnight woman was trying to hint at. For all she knew the she-wolf wanted to trade prey or pack members. Anything could be a possibility. The blue eyed she-wolf also seemed to be skirting around the topic of an agreement, and had started to compliment Seracia. Was she buttering up the situation for some awful surprise? Or was this agreement she had spoken of something that was a huge thing to ask for? Either way, Switchback was beginning to get suspicious and wary of this Amenti leader. Why was she being so elusive? The actual suggestion of an agreement should have already been cleared up for the Sercian wolves to understand. Narrowing her eyes Switchback stared at Medusa, quietly flicking her tail back and forth. She wanted to ask why the black wolf was complimenting Seracia so much, but the honey and cream she-wolf held her tongue. She had never actualy dealt with pack politics, and had no clue if this was normal. So with a final tilt of her head, Switchback stretched her paws out onto the ground in front of her and waited for the conversation to advance.