Grouse Thicket And just a little too honest to believe that I am saved

WC: 469

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Like a pirate, used to traversing the ever-shifting planks of a ship at sea, Rosalyn was nimble on her feet and easily stepped out of Niamh’s way, causing her to curse under her breath. She should have used a bit less power, and perhaps angled herself in preparation for Rosalyn to move sideways, rather than straight away from her. She gathered herself again, and wheeled to face Rosalyn like a bull who had just missed the matador- but was close enough now that she didn’t need to worry about covering the ground between them and losing her quarry, as there was less of a chance Rosalyn could bolt away without getting tackled first.

Normally, Niamh would have put on some sort of theatrics and shouted accusations at her foe. She might have shouted something about her abusing the kindness of her pack, or about leaving without saying thank you. She could have gone on a wordy tangent about how she had drawn from the pack’s resources, and had never repaid their kindness or even said a word to anyone before she’d simply slipped away. This time, Niamh didn’t want to hurl insults or explain herself- she felt indignant and sure that Rosalyn would know why she was pissed, even though it all likely came as a massive surprise to her. Niamh didn’t care. Niamh just wanted to smash something that was pretty.

Rosalyn did look a bit confused, but that didn’t prompt Niamh to speak. Instead, she circled closer, snarling. She wanted Rosalyn to not only abandon the dead deer, but to pay as well...Though she was keenly aware that she wouldn’t likely get both of her wishes fulfilled. There was another scent on the air- one belonging to another female, and Niamh knew that she was in neutral territory and could still be in danger. But it was worth it- it was worth getting to growl and snarl and snap at someone who deserved it. She needed some sort of release, and this was it. This was her opportunity to get some of her unfocused rage out before she pulled herself together and formulated some greater plan to restore order and balance to the world which had recently been turned on its end.

She stalked Rosalyn for a moment, before she lunged, aiming to hit the female almost directly front-on, but aiming for the female’s shoulder. It was the best way to protect her own vulnerable parts while possibly landing a blow. She could only assume that Rosalyn knew how to fight, but Niamh believed she had the slight upper-hand, given that she was a relatively well-fed pack wolf, and in excellent condition. It had been quite some time, after all, since the last time she’d been in a fight, and was in prime condition, for once.

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