Sequoia Coast poptarts are ravioli

Artaax has never been particularly easy to read. He has all of two emotions: judgment and annoyance. Sometimes it’s hard to tell which one is which. She doesn’t miss the question he asked without words, but found no energy to really answer him. 

But when he voices the questions, she can’t stop the scoff escaping her lips. What hasn’t happened?

She turns to face him, wincing when she puts pressure on her ankle, and realizes that’s probably what he means. 

”I slipped and fell down a steep drop,” she says with a sigh, happy to settle on something obvious. Her mind trails again to Aviana and the conflicting feelings she’s had ever seen, struggling to get the older wolf on her mind. If heat is only really supposed to bother males, why does it her? The question haunts her more than it should but she tries to keep the frustration at bay long enough to deal with the hunter.