Sorry about the wait. D:
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Sedition. The word conjured up thoughts of riots and unrest, and who didn't like a good rebel? She couldn't help but like this fellow already. She arched a brow in amusement as he theatrically took a drink, although she then smiled and shook her head at his offer. No, she didn't get most of her kicks from alcohol. She also knew her limits. The beverage had occasionally betrayed her, unlike her beloved marijuana flowers.
"Now, now, I'd like to start a little slower than that," she said, although she left the statement hanging. He could figure it out from there, and she would just try to have faith.
While she waited for him to make up his mind, she now turned her attention to the other fellow that had come to the bar. She did not know what his name meant, but she thought that it had a pleasant ring to it. She noticed that both of them carried the scent of the same pack, although she could conclude no more than this. So far, she had been mostly sticking to her own affairs, and just barely Inferni's. (Implying, then, that she checked for signs of fire, flood, and intruders, and little else.)
Other packs were an enigma to her. She couldn't remember the names of any (although she might if she heard them), and she certainly had no intentions of showing up anywhere uninvited. She had no reason to go to another pack's territory. She could find plenty of food around Inferni or on neutral soil, and plenty of entertainment. The greenhouse was a monumental undertaking, and it often occupied her thoughts for great amounts of time. Not tonight, though. Although she didn't say much, her body language was relaxed, comfortable, and alert with interest.
