Smooth talking son of a gun

Dismissed... Fury would arc through though the woman's tiny frame but expression would remain tactfully neutral. She would say nothing, simply eyed the red woman and her children before eyeing her alpha and turning. He would get what was coming to him soon enough... She would make sure of that. With a sniff she would depart, head raised. She would make sure to rain hell down upon these insolent, pathetic wolves. But she would never let them know this. Silence would follow her as with a flick of her ringed tail she would depart, disappearing into the foilage as if she had never been there in the first place.

-exit Dione-