Barrow Fields just one moment of peace, that would suit me so fine

The dark woman explicitly stated her upset at Capriccio discussing the possibility of rescinding her words, and a snort escaped the frosted she-wolf. “It’s perfectly fair – you’re painting some tale instead of actually giving me facts, which was our deal,” she pointed out, ignoring the she-wolf as she then talked about feeding her puppies pinecones. Given that the woman was far too young to probably bear young yet, the Roux-Abrhen allowed a quieter growl to slip past her jaws, her mouth inching closer to the rabbit, as if she would inhale it in one movement.
 
“Continuously lying isn’t helping our deal, either,” she noted darkly, her teeth now nibbling at her meal, preening it quietly.