No Back Stabbing

Absinth had heard the call. Easily slipping out from her den, the wound inflicted by Rhazien healing - uncomfortable but on the mend. She felt a great amount of distain for him, hatred even, but she was better of not acknowledging the simmer beneath her fur. Especially as she entered the the gathering of wolves, Aresenn spearheading some sort of.. lesson. Rhazien seated with the others who had come before her, she felt the twitching of her lips as she fought not to smile widely. That unhelpful quirk of hers made it hard to keep a straight face, instead warping her face into one of easy cheer.

Sephiran was there as well, but Absinth was far more interested in the fucking two-headed wolf. She moved closer, her intense gaze completely overtaken in interest toward the unique male... males? She grinned at him, them? "That's fucking insane." The woman cocked her head to the side, contemplating the wonder that the man.. men were. She cast her gaze to Aresenn, almost to say Are you seeing this shit?

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