03-23-2009, 01:29 AM
ooc- she probably won't be needed anymore so go ahead and pass her by.. she's DEAD anyways. 
ic: The woman was never good at listening and she didn't like the way the boys were speaking of the few female packmembers left within their lands. She sighed and grumbled to herself as she rested her nose in the snow, ignoring the huffs that came from the horse that stood overhead. She knew if she moved suddenly that the creature could cause her great damage but she didn't expect to be doing anything stupid as of yet. She was slowly falling asleep from boredom from the chatter of the males until something caught her interest again.
One ear flicked back when Jefferson spoke of the horses and asked more information on them. She was silent as she waited for the tribe's subleader to respond and when finally he answered she flicked her ears back to the roaming whiskers of the horse as it touched against her pelt once more. She could hear the horse moving on to find some brush, the dry yet fragrant scent bursting into the air as the plant was crushed and mulled over by the beast. She wrinkled her nose in distaste but just remained the silent figure, listening but never commenting on the trades of the males.
ic: The woman was never good at listening and she didn't like the way the boys were speaking of the few female packmembers left within their lands. She sighed and grumbled to herself as she rested her nose in the snow, ignoring the huffs that came from the horse that stood overhead. She knew if she moved suddenly that the creature could cause her great damage but she didn't expect to be doing anything stupid as of yet. She was slowly falling asleep from boredom from the chatter of the males until something caught her interest again.
One ear flicked back when Jefferson spoke of the horses and asked more information on them. She was silent as she waited for the tribe's subleader to respond and when finally he answered she flicked her ears back to the roaming whiskers of the horse as it touched against her pelt once more. She could hear the horse moving on to find some brush, the dry yet fragrant scent bursting into the air as the plant was crushed and mulled over by the beast. She wrinkled her nose in distaste but just remained the silent figure, listening but never commenting on the trades of the males.