Blackfeather Woods The one and only silver coin

She was not having it, her body posture said it all. Words of poison stung Silver to the core, almost feeling insecure about herself. But insecurities were reserved for petty moments, not life-threatening activities. She still did not look up, feeling her nails grip the dirt again. Nemesis was basing Silver off from what she had said, and of course, it was offensive. But what the hell! She literally attacked a friend who did nothing wrong!

Silver looked up a bit to see a newly pregnant wolf step closer, obviously trying to throw her weight around. Silver could not fight off her internal instinct of fleeing, but her own snarl fell from her mouth. She was scared, yes, but not a coward. She didn't match up Nemesis with her stature but did give off a little warning of needing space. Her words of questioning made the girl portray the woman as the inquisition. Did she have the right to be the judge? Well, this was her pack so...

"I protected my friend that you attacked." She deadpanned, still not looking into hell's eyes. "And the words I said-" she said, almost daring herself to step forward, "they were short-lived." Yes, words did hurt, but they were better than wounds. "I was not the one who put the wound in your neck, Nemesis. I was there only to protect my friend, the one you believed killed someone special." She didn't remember the name of the boy, it was only spoken once.