Razzmatazz

A nod would be the single gesture upon the tiara, anology. what does that even mean? The thick lashes would tap softly over the forest hues, her gaze never once pulling away from the brute own. The question about what whales eat never failed to amuse and with that a soft chuckle would depart from the ebony lips." I suppose so, I mean god knows what a whale eats .. its not like im one myself. But perhaps they live around here seeing as there food source lurks around. But im not so sure." A sigh would part from her lips, just simply thinking if it where true.

" Fastest wolf, huh? Im sure ill be faster, after all the smaller and lighter you are the easier. Well I think that's how it goes." Her gaze would avert to the sky, before nodding once in confirmation. Her shoulder blades where pretty messed up, they've healed almost perfectly since the fight, if it wasn't for the faint scabs peering into view it'd all be forgotten, she would of won- the dame knew it. What let her down was her lack of defense and with that she became an easier target, next time she'll be victorious. Of course Renesme was only joking about who was faster, after all he did look more like a runner then fighter.