Phoenix Maplewood What's the time, Mr Wolf

As tempted as she was, Simatra made no move more to further build her offence and instead watched through cold seafoam eyes as the wretch finally sank to the ground. Slowly, slowly, the ember quelled and gave way to her shaking frame, riffling and ruffled as she turned her back on Wildfire. Enough was enough, and as clear conscience began to return, so did her awareness of the situation.

"No excuse," the muttered, not bothering to excuse her own actions. The Kali wasn't about to reveal whatever remorse she had, if any at all, to a stranger in the wrong. "Your black wolf; I'm sure he'd be more appreciative of your yammering than I." She was unaware of Wildfire's circumstances and so based her dulled reply on assumptions. Silently, though perhaps her posture would betray it, she refrained from adding: if he ever returns.