She was simply the best. Her small yet tuff form slinked through the undergrowth. She was like a silent snake a shadow in the night. It was how she was trained. Perhaps her master Azrael was a self absorbed ass hat. But he was good at what he did. She copied his movements learned the art, she still had two years left of training, but she was already good, amazing. It was strange, the feeling of being Superior to others. However thats what happened when one became an assassin. They knew they were the best, why not brag about it? At almost three, come spring she was 75% grown, her feminine curves stared to fill out her teenage body and attitude sprung to the surface. Her eyes take in the couple speaking, not much of a conversation but she notices them none the less. Dark, she could sense it. And the his words slide from his maw. Perhaps he was right, perhaps he was wrong. Depending on the circumstances Gecko wasn't one to judge. She had a family that gave a shit. Two, Four, Six, Eight quickly possibly deadly steps forward and the girl is standing beside adults. Dark forms that screamed tension. She watches the males scrutinizing glare at the older femme. Was it her scars? She opens her maw.

"Perhaps, those are your experiences brute. But frankly I know many wolves who give a shit. Perhaps she is thinking of a past, where someone gave a shit reminiscing because now they don't. Point is things change how can you be so sure about your comment Hmmm?"

Perhaps she was pushing buttons. But really who had ever met an assassin's apprentice that hadn't had a mouth and an ego to match? Her Black and white banner is raised over her back, in defiance as if to show the brute that she was not afraid of him. Perhaps the other female would not take kindly to her words either. Either way it wouldn't bug Gecko. She could run and hide if needed, not that she'd want to but if both ganged up on her she was still a pup. She waits now for there replies. This meeting could get very interesting.