The Floodlands Flood

Changing each of my characters' formatting XD

Mist shimmered around the pair, escaping from the heated terra and into the brisk night air. Feyre's breath curled into whisps before fading away. The scene would be beautiful to an onlooker, were it not for the glinting of ivories poised in a snarl.

A low rumble tore through the fae's ribcage, arcing out from between those exposed canines. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?" Feyre glowered at the grayscale wolf, ignoring both of her inquiries.

The dame's haunches rose up behind her, the plume of her tail rising as she watched the other fae ramble on. It had been a while since her last fight, but her muscles still shivered with bottled up strength. "You must be very new to being alone. Leaving your kills alone, rolling your eyes at mercenaries..." She trailed off, allowing the last piece to sink in. Perhaps the other fae would apologize, perhaps she would simply walk off, or maybe she would challenge her. Any of them would do for Feyre, as long as this conversation ended efficiently. Boredom was a side effect of spending all of her time alone, and sometimes there was only so much one could handle of another's presence.