The interest she had in the male soon vanished. His voice didn't bring the warmth it had in those first few words. Why they had to begin with evaded her, and she really didn't care. Her blue orbs continued to stare at the white terrain looking as if she couldn't really see it. The area was quit clear to her young eyes her vision perfect, but her mind distorted the area with the image of blood on the snow a dead body laying on the ground with its' tounge lolling out of its head.
The image was so casual for her she didn't even second guess it. The area even recked of decay and rotting flesh. Night watched as magets ate at the corpse she saw in her vision. It was amazing what the mind could place in an area even when it wasn't there. It was the female who broke her out of her trance, the image blinked out as if it had never been there, the snow white again and the land clean of the decaying body.
Looking at the she wolf Night noticed the male had already left. He must have left when she had been looking else where. Taking in the womens demand the pup nodded curtly to her with out even responding. So then she would just expell the words from her vocabulary, it wasn't hard to do for the sable pup. Averting her eyes again she watched the sky as the signs of sunset started to show when the sky became a molten color.
She would stay here, if anything it was a home away from the dogs that made her feel nothing. Words were not required to accept the invatation. The sable girl just took to all fours and treaded behind the women and past her even not looking up once, only forward. She had no intention of letting this women take care of her, she could take care of herself quit well. Survival hadn't been so hard on her thus far she figured she could manage it on her own from here on out.
Night didn't know that her mother would be rolling in her grave at her child joining this pack. Not that the sable girl had much sympathy even if she did know, her mother had abandon her leaving her to take to life on her own. The bitch could scream in her grave and the Thames girl would be deaf to it. She would find a life here.