Stavanger Bay passion fruit

Ohey... he actually did it.  But she'd forgotten; insulting him was like insulting a rock.  You might feel better for a minute, but then you realized, you were yelling at a fucking rock.  And then you just felt kinda embarassed.

Apparently her position rated her enough consideration to at least be listened to, and she breathed out a huff, rolling up to where the other wolf was splayed.  "Aye, sorry bout that.  Generally we at least answer a summons an see if we like what we see afore snappin."  Rosalyn eyed Tetsubo.  "I don't think he likes much, though.  What were you wantin?"  It was brosque, but friendly enough... now that he wasn't going for the immediate kill, she felt like they had a moment, but she didn't trust him still.  So she kept him warily in her periphery, knowing if she stood in between him and what he wanted, he wouldn't hesitate.