Desperate Times

Roman eyed the other female, her ear flicking as she was dismissed for conversation. "Suit yourself." She would rumbled, preparing to turn away. She wasn't in the mood to fight over something as trivial as this. She was better than that, she noted the other woman bristling. She wasn't going to force herself on to someone who didn't want her around. Then,a stranger would interrupt her them, and her eyes would shift to a black and grey wolf who seemed to know the ivory woman that she was speaking too. He went on to speak of her father, and she felt irked by his words. Before she would speak another would appear and her attention would turn to the woman who asked of Tortuga. "Yes, I am an Armada- a daughter of Isardis. Satis returned to Glaciem. Last I heard of her she was fine." She spoke warmly to the woman who apparently was Satis's mother. "My name is Roman." She would introduce herself. Her tone and gaze hardened as she turned on the male. "Sore loser, much? Have you earned your name or this false bravado you seem to bare?" She inquired, stepping back slightly as the white woman suddenly jumped towards the stranger snarling. She hoped the white woman tore him a new one. Turning her attention back to the stranger at her side, she spoke. "Well that was sudden." She would comment with a chuckle stepping back to allow the pair to duke out whatever had ailed them so much. Her attention shifted solely to Nekane, waiting to see what the other woman would say.

ooc: short reply. lolol roman's just like. okay then. get him girl. ;D