Despite All My Rage

The male seemed to be taken aback by her bluntness, which more often than not crossed the line into rudeness. Not that she cared - she didn't have the time nor the excess energy to waste on social graces, and she would not play the games they required. He would give his name, and she filed it away in her head for later use. Always could knowing such things come handy for a mercenary, though she did have to remind herself that she was a mercenary no more, but rather a respectable pack wolf, and a leader at that.

He asked her name, and she saw no harm in giving it. "Katja Finnvi am I, of the pack Ebony," she told him, though she did not bother with her rank for the moment. There was a time and a place for everything, and perhaps now was not the time for rank. "What does bring you to this perch, Newol Adravendi? What plagues your mind in this godly place?"

I won't be ignored

Time won't heal this damage anymore