Tiny Beasts and Little Teeths

She kept kicking and digging at the den, not letting up until a soft voice called out to her. She turned to him with dirt caked paws, quickly snarling at the stranger while her tail rose up and over her spine. Until she picked up his scent. Ah, so he was a member of her pack. She calmed somewhat, her elongated tail lowering along with her hackles, salmon tongue licking at her chops as she settled. "What's it to you?" she asked with a grumble, pale ears pulling back slightly. He made a comment about the den, causing her purple eyes to shoot towards it. It was a crumbled heap now, and Mercy couldn't help grin wickedly at it. "Exactly, I think it looks much better that way," As she turned to look at him, she realized that he was giving her a 'I know more' look. Her nose wrinkled for a moment, was it that obvious that she was new to swearing like that? Its not like she wasn't used to it, hell even Valentine dropped an f-bomb when she first met him. Damn that felt like ages ago.

Mercy turned back to the shorter male, taking a few steps closer to him as she settled down. Eyes narrowed slightly as she took in his dark coat, not hiding the fact that she was looking him over. She was rather green to flirting too, but she liked that he didn't give a shit about how he talked to a lady. Plus he was one of the only males that she had seen around here that wasn't a pup, her alpha, or her brother. "Well Kyarst, nice to meet you. I'm Mercy," she cooed softly. Okay, she was pretty much shit at this too, but she had to start somewhere, right? "You're new around here, I don't think I've seen you before now. I would remember a face like that." Shot two, here goes nothing!