Wheeling Gull Isle a fájdalom a harag

the brassy laugh of the she-wolf caught erzsébet off guard; she listened with renewed interest in the succinct history sadie provided, giving a nod that froze at the other's vague mention of ferahgo. the countess drew into herself, gaze floating again out over the seawaves -- she gave a lowering of her muzzle. "i deliberately provoked him several times, sadie. perhaps i wished it."

but she had not, nor had she expected -- to be taken roughly, yes, but not the sheer experience of disrespect and pain to which ferahgo had treated her. "i shall heal, thanks to you."