Running a hand through her hair Kirsten began twirling a strand of hair, distracting herself so she didn’t cry at the thought of her parents death. ”I would love to get my claws on the hunter” she mumbled as she focused on her hair. She nodded to the vet in response.
When the human stepped in, she moved to the side, human women sent her into her memories and made her angry, ignoring the emotion, she leaned on the counter, "Hi, I'm Kirsten" she introduced herself, not extending a hand, but offering a small smile, her head snapped back towards Ro. ”I will help in any way I can, especially in disposing of hunters” she added, after the alpha spoke.
"Seems the pack is overrun by females" she joked, looking at Al and Henry.
Not really wanting to move too much, Kirsten slid down and sat on the floor, her hands between her knees, her eyes focusing on nothing in particular, just darting around the room. Finally landing on a speck of dirt, she stood up and began pacing, something she often did when bored, or deep in thought.