Take What You Want

Banshee had also learned her social habits from family. The abrasive amounts of slyness from her father and true venom from her bitch mother. Thinking about what she said before she said it was a trait she had learned from both Deathbelle and Sirius. With all of these lessons and cues taken she had formed a intelligent yet rather sassy way of conversing. Banshee doubted her tongue would ever be as silver as her fathers but she tried to sound as if it was without coming off as conceded.

The grumpy stranger responded with staring and neutral tones. With no inflection nor expression Banshee sussed out that the much larger She-Wolf didn't actually want the volcano to explode again. 'Or maybe she does and she's just nuts.' Once again sweeping those curious thoughts beneath a rug she listened to the stranger's next words. This time they were followed by a toothy smile which indicated sarcasm.

Banshee allowed her baby blue gaze to flicked towards the looming volcanic mountain in the distance. A sneer twitched at her inky lips as she remember her time trapped beneath the thorns. A cage in which she hardly escaped from with the help of Sirius and Iolaire. If one got close enough to her back and the top of her head they could see the tiny cut marks made by the thorns when she had tried to escape time and time again. Ban was haunted by the thought each time she tried to sleep but didn't allow the fears to consume her.

Fire flickered behind her cool toned gaze as it moved by to the odd Wolfess before her. Banshee matched that harsh stare as she had to look up at the monster sized babe. She was horribly use to being towered over due to the size of some of the Wolves in Ashen or the Armada. Sirius, Archon, and even some of the growing pups. "Why don't you go shove some rocks into it and see what happens?" Banshee wrinkled her nose at the opposing yearling, "I wouldn't mind watching everyone scurry away like rats. It seems natural disaster brings out ones true colors."