Time for a Chit-Chat

A simple ashy brow as rose as she proved to speak to her yet again, much less about the women and killing them. "If they prove to get stir the wrong side of me, they shall lose something precious to them." A simple statement, taking a eye, a tail, a paw, part of their tongue. Something that would force them to lose a part of them selves, however small was quite indeed more then satisfactory for her.

A ear flicked as she spoke once again, an upper lip twitched slightly despite what she had been given. "Don't be surprised if I challenge for the rank, Canttina." A early warning for the new leader of this pack, of which she wasn't too sure of yet, she would have to give it time. Just as she turned to leave the french women paused as she glanced back at Canttina. "Packs thrive on competition, do not be surprised if things turn tense between us. As for war or being enemies, when the time comes and depending on your choices..we shall see what the future holds." Perhaps another early warning, but with that The Pendragon exited the den, her intentions clear to the fea before she quite left for now. Canttina needed her rest and Morgana, she needed to do some planning.

Morg exits.