Taken
10-09-2013, 03:49 PM
Standing where she was a brow raised as she watched the pup simply waiting and watching wanting to hear a reply of some sort yet she proved to remain silent. That was never a good thing. "You don't speak a lot, do you? Pity." The women would say as she moved forward in order to get closer to the pup, once the distance was closed between them was when Morgana acted and in turn would lung forward for an attack aiming to grip the scruff and pull back; she would drag the pup back home if she had to. The pup was quite hers now belonging only to her and was unwittingly a part of Amenti as well.