Blackbeak Bluff any thoughts of guilt, any feelings of regret, had faded

Raleska hadn't intended to be so sharp in her retort, but there it was. She could see Illidan's mind shifting, the surprise subtle but not undetectable. She tried on a reassuring smile for size - she hadn't meant to be offensive, she was just a girl that knew her strengths and was proud of them.

"Well, you lived and learned." She answered, trying to keep a semblance of neutrality to her tone. By now her fur had calmed, and the only thing keeping it slightly at ends was the wind rifling through it. "So next time maybe you throw a stick, or someone who annoys you first." She stepped away from the edge with a grin, as if she expected him to fling her overboard next.

Attempting to evince some sort of play out of her brother, Raleska daringly nipped at his tail - and then without much of an apology, bolted back towards home.