Dragoncrest Cliffs Buffany of House Bufflepuff

The words hurt way more than anything Ephraim could have done to physically retaliate. The bite would have been preferable. As it was, he had a second or two for the insult to seep into his skin, flay him to the core, before Blixen arrived on the scene, (rightfully) furious and demanding answers.

His eyes were fixed on the coywolf even as the wormana spoke. Didn't ever think you'd hit that low, Vercingetorix said, with quiet menace, but you went right for the balls on that one. Nice.

Then he turned to Blixen, beginning to take steps backward to stand by her flank. Maybe you can reason with him. I don't really give a fuck, but I've got your back. He'd once thought Ephraim had his.