The inquisitive voice her temporary companion would pull her gaze from the distant pack back to her porcelain features. A smirk would lift her dark lips as she not to subtly dug for more information. Her own haunches would recline as the smaller woman invaded her personal space before getting comfortable. She paid no mind to the proximity, taking it as a silent gesture that this meeting would be pleasant, or rather, mostly pleasant. Her tail curled around her hips as she settled in comfortably. This is was bound to be a story that would capture the attention of the woman beside her. Her pack had called for war, called for the spilling of blood. But that seemed so cliche. No, instead she wanted to rip everything from the russet bitch until she was left with nothing. Not even the breath the in her lungs.
With a chuckle, the silver woman happily dove into her story. "I'm not sure if you are familiar with Solstice, a pack just over there." She would gesture with a nod of her head. "Well its Queen, a useless russet whore, recently fell into my grasp. She enjoyed to her stay until her husband came looking for her." A shrug would lift her broad shoulders, eyes dancing with wild amusement. "To think someone so weak could control a pack." She would shake her head distastefully, her coral gaze clashing with the mismatched gaze of the tyrant beside her. Surely she would understand. "I sent her home, despite his failure to come out victorious." her tones steadily became nonchalant, though almost thoughtful. "I'm not done with them. Not until her debt for losing my pack is paid and she is left with nothing." Lips curled with each word, malice ringing out strong in her voice.