Just a little breather

The scent of another pack wolf wafted towards her on the wind but Desponia willed them to pass her by. If she didn't react, instead kept pretending she was busy carrying out some order or another from her sister maybe they'll just leave her the fuck alone. No such luck though as a young voice, creeping up on puberty called out to her. Desponia sighed and turned around, at least it wasn't her niece or nephew. She eyed up the blue boy, was he a cousin of some kind, or somehow a totally unrelated wolf? She took another deep breath but softened her gaze slightly, much as she didn't like her sister's kids they hadn't asked for their mother to be a hypocrite anymore than Des had wanted to be born a traitor. She wouldn't assume the boy was bad by being here alone.

"Sort of..." She responded, shrugging. She hadn't been here long but she wasn't exactly new anymore either, she'd been kept close to her sister for some time though so she hadn't had much chance to meet the rest of her captors. "I'm Desponia, Manea's... sister." She trailed off for a moment, it was probably just easier to say this for now even if her distaste for her half-sister managed to sneak into her voice. "Are you family or..?" Most of the wolves here seemed to be her cousins and though she didn't know her maternal family well she had no doubts blue would be rare in her bloodline, but hey, maybe there would turn out to be hope for the kid if they were unrelated.

"Speech"