Wapun Meadow botchlings

there - the twitch of a lip; a modicum of distaste - a show of her self-worth. stigmata's tail began to wag slowly as she replied, a satisfied expression creasing his muzzle as he relaxed somewhat. without a need to chase her off, he also felt no need to stand so rigidly or watch her so intently. the wolf glanced away, having discovered all her needed for the moment, and confident she didn't have the temperament for a sneak-attack. "have i offended you, sarah, sister of terance?" he asked casually, perhaps not done trying to push her buttons, or perhaps interested in something other than her appearance now. it was difficult to tell.