Frostfire Ridge I am such a B.A. [m]

A choice. "Ha!" Laughable. If she had any kind of real choice she wouldn't have come this far in the first place. As such, her fate was sealed and there was nothing, short of killing her own prince, that Citali could do about it. Going rogue wasn't an option. Finding a way to work with the tools at her disposal was. She'd make it work. What she would not do, was let this judge-y little wolf sit here and pretend like she knew everything about her life.

"What are you? A fortune teller. That's some spooky shit right there and I want nothing to do with it." She stepped forward, baring her teeth. Of course, at this point only half the words this wolf were saying were actually running through her ears so most of what the female said went ignored. "You know nothing. You are naught but a tourist here. These things are none of your damned business."

Another step forward. "Move along. You can take your thinning gray hide and save your breath for someone who values your opinion."