Swiftcurrent Creek Men suffer more from imagining too little than too much.

Chusi shrunk back, her eyes wide with surprise and confusion as she gazed up at the suddenly hostile Alphess. Durnehviir continued to seethe, her fierce gaze pinning the dark-furred subordinate beneath a dangerous glower, lip curling back to reveal her fangs as she emitted an enraged snarl directly in her face as the girl proceeded to stammer.

"You fool," the crimson Frostfur spat, fury wild in her champagne irises. "What did you think would happen!?" She stood there, bristled, ginger ears laced back and tail flagging dominantly over her hindquarters, her words tailing off to a low growl of annoyance. With Chusi's absent common sense, Durnehviir wondered how the heck she had managed to live so long.