She knew that the smell of Arcanum would be faint on her pelt, if it even existed at all anymore. Not even 5 minutes would pass before a pup would storm up to her, thoroughly angry. But the words that rolled off his tongue would have her brows lifting. Bass let his children talk like this? A smirk would toy with her lips as she peered down at the children would was so evidently related to Bass. "My dear, I am a friend of your fathers." Eyes danced with amusement as the pups outrage at her presence. "Who are you?" She would counter, interested to know which of Bass's children this way. She had never met his children, but he had always spoken of them, and there was no denying the tan strip that ran up his snout that he was his fathers son. Peering over at Bass, a question rolled off her tongue. "You let your kids talk like that?" She sounded faintly surprised, though also amused. It didn't come as a surprise that his child was such a spitfire.
