The creamy white female was reassured for a moment as Evelyn said that she thought that the rest of Cercatori d'Arte believed what she had said, too. The Capitana had been quite worried after the incident; all of the members that she thought were loyal had left. She didn't blame them - the murders had been shocking at the least - but Shawchert did catch the man not too long after, and he would never come back to her pack ever again.
Skye cocked her head curiously when Evelyn said something about 'he' - 'no matter what he said'. Who this mysterious 'he' was, Skye didn't know; she spoke -
"Who are you talking about?" she asked curiously and gently; she didn't want to sound prying, but she had the thought in her mind that this person, whoever he was and whatever he had said to make Evelyn this way, was the one who was disturbing her member so. She felt slight anger towards whoever it was that had said something to worry her, and wondered vaguely if they had even trespassed on the wooded lands.
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