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

Chusi rambled and, throughout her desperate assurance that she knew no better, Durnehviir fumed as not one her words came in the form of an apology. The sharpness of her glare intensified, boring into the side of the dark wolfess' face to note that she had cleverly averted her gaze downward. Had Chusi dared lift her muzzle to make eye contact, the russet Alphess may not have hesitated in pressing her fangs to her hide.

"Get out of my sight," Durnehviir snarled with an upward curl of her lips, lacking the patience for Chusi's idiocy and dismissing the her from her den-site so she could reign in her temper to focus on how to better deal with the latest drama that had found its way into her life.