Show me what you're made of

Darling dear would stalk the massive male, a strange look adorning her features. She looked oddly hard, impassive and? Off. There was something off about her. Hackles were raised, tail puffed out like a cat despite the fact that her head and tail hung in line with her spine and she darted too and fro from through the trees. She had followed in complete silence, at times traveling beside Nova and other times she would move through the rest of the wolves and regard them coldly. Soon enough they would stop and her head would lower, beady red eyes staring up at the massive slate blue male from beneath the mop of neon green hair. She was silent, finding her place beside Novaro before muscles would tense and lock her in place, completely immobile. He would speak, outlining his need for certain ranks within the pack. Then. Specialized ranks. Neck muscles would loosen enough for her to lift her head and meet the big males gaze from a short distance. A slow smile would slither across her lips as red eyes glittered. She would most defiantly have to speak with him later about these ranks. What delicious ideas did he have cooking up in that skull of his? For now she would remain silent, wishing to speak with him privately about these specialty ranks.



"Talk here."