Ankyra Sound I am the mask you wear

Wow. Wow. This guy sure had some balls, although the way he kept on inching away gave the impression that they were creeping back up into his body, seeking refuge. She pursed her lips and flashed her teeth at him, following with even steps, which only faltered momentarily when he began his sonnet. There was the briefest of moments where Wylla's eyes lit up at the prospect of a man saying something kind to her, but it fell flat when he opened his mouth again, and a low growl started in her throat.

She only relented in both growling and stalking him when Lycaon asked if she was Ingram's scorned lover. Ew. What the fuck? "His sister, you sick jerk," she said with a wrinkled nose. "Like that sad sack of crap could ever get a lover anyway."