Moonspear Wake and pace the hall

Now set to present-ish day because I am slow and Iris is kind.

Although Charon had seemed a razor’s edge away from aggression, nothing he had said till that moment had been truly provoking in any way to the young female. Even his comment about how Peregrine had apparently ridiculed him hadn’t really dug its way under her skin. Ordinarily, she knew how to pick her battles just as she knew exactly how to stay out of them. She was small and inexperienced, and thus her fight or flight instinct was skewed heavily toward the latter in any given would-be confrontation. Sassafras had never been a fighter outside circumstances of practice, so what happened next actually sent a wave of panic coursing through her entire body. What she did, she felt certain she could not undo. It was too late.

“…and tell that dick Alpha of yours he can drop dead.”

She was triggered. Charon snapped his teeth in warning as he stood there waiting for her to leave, and for a split second before chaos ensued Sassafras found herself staring directly into his eyes with all emotion wiped cleanly from every feature of her face. Spurred by a surge of adrenaline and what could only be construed as pure, unadulterated hate, her lips peeled back without apology to reveal the full effect of gleaming white fangs she traditionally saved for special occasions. With a thunderous rumble of impending onslaught that exploded from deep within her narrow chest, she deftly lunged at Moonspear’s Alpha male with every intention of ripping into his smug face if she couldn’t get to his throat first. Had she simply walked away, as might have been a more appropriate response, she would have been trembling head-to-toe in anxious rage. It was the first time in such a long time that all reason had abandoned her mind so completely.