Dawnlark Plains Nasty freestyle

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Her mind wandered as she bathed herself. She thought of Swordfish and felt a pinch of remorse for what she'd done to him. The poor guy really hadn't seen it coming. She pictured his stricken, crestfallen face when she had told him she was leaving him. He hadn't begged her to stay, mostly because he had been too frozen to say much of anything. Junior wondered what he had said since then...

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the spell. Realizing she had fallen still anyway, Junior placed her leg on the ground and sat up straight. She ran her tongue against her teeth and stood, eyes watchful as another wolf approached. She wasn't familiar... no, wait, she was familiar. It took the yearling several seconds to figure out when and where she'd met this wolf.

"The hoity toity bitch," she muttered under her breath. Out loud, she called, "If it isn't the true Amazon sister," lips twitching into an amenable smile. At the time, Junior had found the woman's disdain toward the Nereides rather distasteful. These days, she was much more likely to agree with Manauia (not that she remembered her name) about the inferiority of the so-called sirens.