Morrigan took a few surprised steps back when she heard the chorus of barks and snarls from within the den. She tilted her head, trying to discern whether it was truly a wolf in the den or some sort of feral animal. Then the words came and she laid her ears flat against her head- perhaps this healer, however rare a find she might be, was not worth it.
"I was hardly sticking my head in." She said with a bite in her tone, shooting back with the same vitriol she had been greeted with. "And it's the middle of the day- how was I to assume you would be sleeping?" Despite her mounting anger, the assassin obeyed the female when she ordered her to back up. She stood out of the way of the entrance to the den, ears still flat against her head to mimic the stranger's own. Weren't healers supposed to be of the amiable sort?
"And I could just have easily ripped out yours, had you gone for mine." Morrigan said dryly. Though she hadn't a chance to use them in quite some time, her skills as an assassin were still very much there- and they were sharp. It was a dangerous threat on the woman's part, though there was no way for her to know that, unless she looked closely at the muscles, taut, under the russet wolf's feminine body.
She regarded the stranger distantly for a moment, before speaking once more. "Spirane requires healers. In exchange for your services, you would become a healer of Spirane with all the benefits that come with it- food, protection, companionship." Morrigan paused then, letting the offer sink in before continuing. "I suppose we got off on the wrong foot. I am sorry about the whole waking you up thing." |