Frogspawn Swamp used to shine in the summer

His comment rolled off her flaxen back with ease. Redshank would have been fooling himself if he expected the girl to be offended so easily. Her retort wasn't taken so effortlessly by the Cairn, who flashed his teeth in response, taking a defensive step back as she strolled closer. She had an air of what could be cheerfulness about her, though why wouldn't she? It was clear Redshank had suffered under the consequences of his choices all those months ago, even after his attempts to remedy his situation. It seemed pack life just didn't suit him (or, as Niamh correctly assumed, he didn't suit a pack).

"Fuck you," he spat with a flick of his tail, probably only confirming her thoughts. Under his breath, he added in a mutter, "self righteous bitch." What did she even hope to get from engaging with him, apart from flaunting the fact that she seemed to be doing well enough for herself whereas Redshank had hit metaphorical rock bottom? "Fuck d'you want?"