Bitter Taste

A sigh escaped the maw of a certain wraith as her paws padded her forth among the red forest having strayed from the Glaciem pack lands yet with good reason, with the sudden appearance of her brother Kristoffer had brought up quite a few hateful and resentful emotions that had long been buried away under everything thing else. The dame was highly upset with her brother of whom had abandoned her much less the others within the family letting those thin black lips draw into a subtle frown as her paws kissed the newly powdered ground in thought. Was Isar going to let him back and if so just how much power was he going to give that fool of a brother of hers?

Pausing just before a stream an ear flicked to the left slightly, staring back at her own reflection. No, there had been a reason he was here other wise the abandoning sibling wouldn't of showed his face; he had a reason to be here and it wasn't that of following Isar's rule much less allowing him self to be ruled over. It wasn't the type of man he was always having enjoyed being in power in some form or another; over another women or men in the pack it seemed to matter little to the disgusting brute.