Lost Creek Hollow Nemo Sine Vitio Est

If Sarah had hoped that this would make Gannet back off, she had been wrong. He was acting nice to her, offered help, was trying to be a good packmate and... she hated him for that. It was a bright spark in her emotionless darkness, it found no resistence and therefore grew and spread, filling every fiber of her body. The empty gaze was exchanged for an intense glare, her body tensed, claws dug in the snow and she clenched her teeth, restraining herself from attacking the white wolf, who was standing before her. Hate urged her on - do it, do it, do it, it will make you feel better - but she did not.

It was great to feel something powerful like this, have a third choice, where there had been just either sadness or nothing before. Yet her rational mind told her that, if she harmed Gannet now, the feeling would dwindle. Weren't it not better to keep him around, keep the conversation going and hate him as long as he was in her company? After all her hate was not personal, just something he had kindled unknowingly. That would be help, even if he did not know that. 

Therefore with some effort she changed her attire and hid behind a calmer mantle. She looked away, not wanting him to see, the intesity and aggressiveness of her gaze, and accepted his offer: "We can practice. What do you want me to do?"