Sex: FemaleWell wasn't he just a bucket of sunshine and rainbows? Spectre growled softly as the male left, but she to took her leave, believing his words that she would rather be gone by the time he returned. What a rude creature, but she supposed she had been perilously close to his pack borders. Silence reigned in the head of the Pitch Pine female as she turned tail to make her way back to the pack dens. She had much to tell Shade and Anastasia about the pack that lived to the north of their territory. She hoped that with a little luck, none of them would be ...forced into altercations with one another. At least, that was the plan anyway. The pale female hoped that she could alert the leaders of the rude members of the pack so that if any of the Pitch Pine wolves were to wander that way, they would not be dragged into a fight they did not wish to be in.
Her thoughts kept turning towards Fenru as she left, her hackles up just on the principle of his rude mannerisms. Why did wolves seemingly have no manners these days? First Beelzebub, then Fenru Asier, the cretan. She was not sure, however, that she would not have acted in a similar fashion, after all, she was no leader and if it was she instead of him in the defense of her pack lands, she might have been pressed to do the very same and act just as rude.
