Vesper waved her tail as she walked, though her good ear remained turned back slightly in order to listen to the admonishments her small comrade still gave to the albino spy. She remained quietly amused then glanced back over her shoulder briefly to note that Matteo was sandwiched between them. The pygmy’s next statement caused the hybrid to chuckle quietly, knowing that a dart in his back would convince the spy to not try anything funny. Oh well—at least the Infernians’ words could be backed by fang or poison; there were no empty threats here, even if they sounded like a parody of darkness. Perhaps it’d cause the spy to drop his guard and show them enough insolence to justify a bite or two.
They wandered through the fields, and Vesper noted a far-off rabbit lolloping into the shade of a bush. Well, at least it was only one; the rest of the scenery was rather boring, and she waited for the scarred man to complain. When he did speak, it was to make an obvious statement—and then an unusual suggestion. The unfamiliar terminology caused the she-yote in the lead to falter and glance back at him and at the russet pygmy.
“A tower,” Vesper growled at last, her snide mirth fading as she contemplated the novation. It would be interesting, a great height from which to survey the territory—for more than animals, perhaps. As an aspiring scout, she could see the vantage point as an asset to the others of the tier. Her expression was controlled as to give the illusion that she wasn’t considering what he had to say, though someone good enough at reading canines’ faces could tell that she was attempting to hide something.
“A tower to blow over in the wind and kill someone,” the female added in a quiet mutter. As her adamancy to stay in lupus form probably hinted at, she liked to stick to the old ways as a non-luperci. She slept in the caverns rather than trusting that creaky old human building, and she didn’t think that Inferni—which was more feral of a clan than many in Nova Scotia—would go for such a thing. Then again, she hadn’t been here that long to truly know.
She paused to sniff at the grass, more to buy herself time to formulate her next question though she could smell mouse droppings close to her nose. “Why would you want to spy for a group that is not your own, anyway?” Vesper asked casually, though the query was far from casual. Her cold blue eyes flicked to his pigmentless ones, and a frown crept across her lips. She didn’t truly expect him to answer even though she really wanted to know.
There was always the fear that a traitor of one pack would have little trouble betraying another, and that his allegiance would be flaky at best. That had already been discussed, however, and in a way she was giving him a chance to defend his actions and let them get to know his motivations more. Perhaps he wanted revenge, or he wanted to make amends, or this was all a game of chaos to him. That last was the most dangerous.
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