Night watched with a lifeless gaze, her azure eyes as cold as death. That smell coming off the women was taking all of her attention at the moment. The smell made her nose itch and the urge to sneeze rise in her chest. Like pepper it tickled her senses to distraction. Whatever made the women smell like this had to be a big deal to her, or it would never smell this strong. Sitting down calmly on her haunches she looked over the womens body again from scar to scar and then her yellow eye.
When the women replied as to what the scent was Night pinned back her ears but retained the blank expression. "Fear?" The word was foreign to her, the meaning unknown. What was fear? The scent she now knew, but with out the definition of the word it was useless to her. For a pup who had never experianced fear she couldn't even comprehend what it meant.
With out pain or any connections to anyone was there anything for the sable girl to fear? How could she understand it when she couldn't feel and punishment from her mistakes. The women seemed to have her mind on something else though as she brought forth a question. It perplexed the pup as to why the women would give a shit, but she didn't think to much about it. Whisper, her aunt and adopted mother had told her that her father had had the bluest of eyes, so she knew for sure that her sire had held saphires in his skull. Nodding to Kaena the sable girl looked somewhere else with her cold eyes wondering about fear and what it could possibly be.