Blacktail Deer Plateau it was simple, said the fiend

Behati understood what Lasher was getting at, and pursed her lips in protest. She averted her eyes before speaking. "It's not like I bit him or anything," she huffed - hinting at the physical brawl but saying nothing concrete; it didn't seem right, and she was still in control of her temper.

Lasher said nothing. Later, Behati would wonder how long he could sit there and wait for a wolf to crumble under the weight of his dark stare - hours, maybe. Days. "We were just messing around! I guess I told him he was being a baby? He was being one." She trivialized this significant revelation with a roll of her silver eyes, then turned her attention to the ground once more - the texture of the earth was suddenly of great interest.