While her crimson coated muzzle was deep in the breast of the dirty fowl, she couldn’t help but snort as the males figure shifted slightly in case he needed to make a quick getaway. Please. Like she had any real interest to leap from the rock and sink her fangs into his throat. She had little reason to and as long as he continued to not show himself as a threat then there would be no reason for her to act violently. After all, she already had something dead between her paws. She was satisfied. Although really, the taste of this bird wasn’t all that great, but it was better than nothing. Half torn ear would twitch back and forth as she heard the neutrality in his tone, as he spoke of his reasoning and she brought her muzzle up slowly. One long pink tongue poked out to clean the side of her muzzle as she stared at him for a moment. Sapphire eyes seemed to glow an eerie shade underneath the moonlight peeking through the thick trees. She noticed his annoyed frame and she couldn’t help, but allow a tiny cruel simper to appear on her bloodstained maw. That pink tongue wiped her muzzle, her tattered ear twitched lazily. Her jaw dropped as her own cold voice carried a steady cold drawl.

“A conversation, while someone is eating? Seems rude don’t you think? Whereas one wolf that has the food feels guilty that they are unable to share with the other one, then you have another wolf approaching the other while they eat- in case they might steal a bite. Surely you can see just why a conversation is not ideal.”

Ebony dial tilted downwards as she stuffed her muzzle once more into the bird searching for any other tasty morsel. Sadly there was none left. Sighing she shook her head and slowly opened her jaw and picked up what was left of the bird’s carcass and threw it off her rock into the greedy swamp. A hissing gurgling sound reached her ears as the murky swamp began to eat the left over pickings of the bird, similar to how one can lose their keys at a bo. Obsidian agile form would shift slightly on the rock as she tried to make herself comfortable once more on her small little post. Sapphire colored eyes narrowed slightly as she noticed how he looked to her with confidence not stepping back. For a moment there was comfortable silence. She did not feel threatened by him. She did not think he would attack. It would be foolish of him to even try. As he broke off the staring contest she raised her head up slightly watching as he looked around the swamp. With a flick of her ebony tail, trimmed with silver, she slowly got up on all fours bringing her front legs forward and lowering the lower half of her body as she stretched, enjoying the slight tug in her muscles along her back. As she shook her frame, pieces of swamp gunk and leaves would fall off, before she leapt off the rock closer to the male. She did not show any signs of attacking. Rather she was simply curious. After all, she was new here herself, and lately she had learned that everyone here was far too kind to her liking. She was used to loners attacking one another, and although it was nice and peaceful not having to look over her shoulder all the time- she could feel that killer instinct in her starting to die away.

That could exterior she held at all times was slowly coming down. Why, she allowed one male to teach her how to cuddle. She aided a young pup after they were attacked by some ivory and ebony demon. She was clearly losing her edge when she didn’t rip Ayal’s throat out for her ‘high and mighty’ talk. Really that damn ‘Angel’ deserved to get pushed down into the muck for how she carried herself. Eyeing him carefully she would walk past him, with a slight head tilt in the head giving permission should he want to accompany her. Those silver jagged scars seemed to almost twinkle in the very low light, scars etched deeply along her forehead, trailing down over her eye all to her cheek and muzzle. All along her ebony frame there were various other permanent marks in her body showing that she had been in many scuffles in her life time and managed to survive them all. Appearances. They tell a lot about you. Come on, try to figure her out, it’ll be fun!

“Seeing how I am finished with that lousy meal, and I don’t feel the need to protect what is mine or share with you, what do you wish to converse about?”