Serena rubbed her hands against her skirt and stared at Charlotte, she was not sure what was the appropriate response to her declaration. Her gaze drifted to the floor, and she let out a quiet sigh through her nose. Charlotte to her was the type that had their sights on one thing and never relented until they had achieved their goal.
Her goal was to make sure that epitome of excellence that Crimsonclaw was known for or at least to act like to the people who had never met an Eastern wolf and to unnerve the Dawnbreak party that would be arriving soon. Finally, Serena ran her hand through her hair and she ran into a knot and tugged painfully through her hair.
"Your faith in me? Where does it come from?" Serena asked.
"It comes from the thought of getting paid so much that my winter will be spent sleeping all day," Charlotte said simply, without a hint of shame.
