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She did not ease out of her quivering crouch when Taggarik sat. Her body was momentarily rooted, shaking in rising agitation. His words made things worse, because while Diane heard what he said, she didn't immediately understand it, and her fur flared indignantly as she suddenly thought he was bringing up Jhala in this pertinent moment. Too upset to have heard him properly or understand the meaning behind his knowing smirk. She thought he was making fun of her! The fact that she wasn't ambitious enough to take the title. Her gold eyes flashed angrily, though the sea wolf couldn't exactly presume to appear any sort of threatening, especially when she appeared more like an appalled teddy bear than anything. "What does that have anything to do with me?!" she cried irately, suddenly streaking away towards the stream once more, choking back a sob.