Blackfoot Forest nocturne of shadow

Caught up in her own emotion, Leaf did not interpret the other wolf's "temper under control" as something to be praised but rather as the entrance of a more insidious sort of anger. The low tone of his voice merely confirmed this for her, and she began to stamp both of her front feet. She did not appreciate any of his observations, true as they were, and instead of making her more empathic, they enraged her. "You're missing the point entirely!" she said with a certain venom that should not have come from such a sweet face. "You, you don't understand anything," she continued to ramble, unable to articulate the anger she felt towards the other wolf. In a most attractive manner, she chomped her teeth and began to pace back and forth. She ignored the quirked eyebrow--yes, even this infuriated her to no end--and finally with a face both livid and vexed, she said, "Do you know how much of a burden it would've been on me if you had died on me?" Her pale green eyes were hard. Her black lips trembled. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself with such a weight! Don't you know that you're not protecting anyone if you're not protecting yourself? No one is good to anyone if they're maimed or dead!" Even now, the blood of the foxes seemed to drip from the other wolf and seeped into the small rivets of his scars. He must have risked his life for many wolves. What a stupid, stupid man.