burn through the witches

An upper lip would rise in disdain, had she forgotten already? What a fickle mind this fea had; those frosted orbs looking from one wolf to the next. What was this? Small in number that was certain and utterly weak in her eyes; why had she joined these wolves? With a sigh the dame kept her thoughts to her self as Canttina spoke yet once she ended Morgana would look to the masked women quite pointedly. "Seems you have forgotten about our little chat not too long ago, Canttina." Her voice was firm with a touch of disappointment added to it. The dame had best keep her word other wise she was very likely to find her self a future enemy one that wouldn't stop until she had fallen upon her own sword.