While the she-wolf ignored her, Auriga made her own fun. She began to nose through the plants again, aware that in these pines and upon this dirt there was plenty of room to find what she was looking for. Flipping over a half-crushed bark-strip, Auriga's ears snapped forward in delight as she noticed more of the hallucination-causing mushrooms; she gathered them in eager, greedy paws. This would be perfect. She could already see some use out of them, if the Saxes happened to capture another...
Ah!
The bitch wasn't ignoring her anymore.
Auriga snapped her head to Sanguine, and her head tilted. "I've not," she admits. "But I know what the word means. If she's anything like the word, then she must be an utter horror to be around." Her voice sounds dry. Auriga isn't actually expressing fear of Lurid-- instead, she's mocking the woman, through her name. Simple as. "D'you have some sort of problem with her, eh?"
