A smirk was exchanged. Hecate's eyes crinkling at the corners, a subtle swish of her tail. This little word scheme was obviously not to excuse the issue at hand. Morganna offered a soft word of good tiding. Curt and to the point this conversation was. The white wolf nodded firmly and watched as the figure shifted off into the morning woods, thoughts racing but all clear and finite. She chuffed and set off on her own way was well; now where was that @Skoll Archer when she needed him.