Fairspell Meadow the Temny wolf

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her brow quirked at the woman's question, and the sharp burn of flame buried somewhere inside her bade her speak again. "your stupidity."  head canted, gaze sliding away as she already began her retreat. the woman was all bluster and no bite, thus far, yet the firebrand knew better than to push it too far. 

she moved backward into the relative cover of the underbrush before turning on her heel, sharp edge of hunger abated and deciding, quite suddenly, that she would take heed of the woman's final words.