Sunbeam Lair Pride yourself on actions, not words

Airi's request demand is not answered swiftly enough to satiate her desires. The girl snarls at the commoner, nearly kicking snow at her in disgust as she observed the dumbfounded look on her face. How stupid were the wolves here? Yes. Fight! Teach. Me. She says, mockingly slow and accented.

Eventually the wolf gets it, instructing her to mimic the stance she slid effortlessly into. The vessel's nose wriggles in confusion, but Airi eventually complies, her body a microcosm of the older scarred woman's.