Moonspear Perhaps, a bad decision (Intruder)

Her expression wrinkled, all of which was exaggerated by the ugly snarl she wore. She did get the whining to stop, but the words that followed were hardly less grating to her ears. Alongside her, she felt the stares of her fellow leaders looming. Charon wouldn't hesitate to dispatch her. Floki would likely follow suit. Amekaze licked the backs of her teeth, growling lowly as she glanced to her mate.

In theory, all the things that spilled from the trespasser's mouth were positives. But they were only that. While she was submissive and quick to offer herself in full, Ame could still wonder if her initial suspicions were true. Did she understand the gravity of it all? "A scant mouthful still weighs more than mere intentions," she growled, making it clear that she wasn't convinced, nor particularly tempered by the notion. "And you truly think you would heal in full? With no herbs, no handouts, no help, nothing?" disbelieving, she sneered.