Time for a Chit-Chat

"Other women are easy enough to deal with, boys, they always manage to stir up some kind of trouble or another. But I have little problem with killing either, if I must." Morgana spoke calmly despite speaking of killing and death it wasn't a topic most easily stomached to say the least. Applying the last of the paste Morgana stepped aside as she finished, merely watching the fea as she listened to see what she had to say. Chuckling as she spoke of weakness, it indeed was the bane of their existence; they all a weakness some where - they just had to hide it and very well from the naked eye.

Turning the head to the side, spitting out what was left of the paste in her mouth as she listened. Rolling those shoulders of hers before Morgana decided to speak. "For a rank yes, but for a pack as well. I don't plan on spending the freezing winter on my own; did that once and it wasn't a ideal experience." A simple truth with that of course. "I do however, plan on challenging for my own pack when the time is right; or perhaps starting my own if the fancy strikes me." Well, she had little reason not to speak of such things, much less at a time like this.