Wheeling Gull Isle renege

Now that the bone was away from them both and her inanimate husband was not being threatened, the banded woman was able to calm down. Somewhat. Mou was not submitting to her, which had become her main goal, but neither was he actively defying her.

She was still huffy, though, fending off his playful advances with growing impatience. She didn't quite understand how to play - for she had not sharpened her skills beyond a few short practices with her sister wives, and once a round of playful chasing with Xan and Venninne. She understood, on some level, that this was a game, but her inexperience caused her to feel as though it was a joke she wasn't in on - one that was, possibly, being made at her expense.

Eventually, she pulled back from the dance, trying to disengage before her temper got the better of her. A warning growl with a note of finality commanded the other to stop - or else face the consequences of her wrath.