The Sunspire friendly fires

Her head was pounding, she would've probably squeezed out a few tears if she wasn't face to face to the last wolf she wanted to show weakness in front of. Keeping her eyes squinted on him, Kipling's own head ducked so that she could press her forehead against her leg to put pressure on the tension she felt. Yeah, well Dickweed is more accurate. She mumbled under her breath, a few other nasty nicknames springing to mind.

Scoffing at his suggestion that she take a snap at him, she shook her head gently from what she could manage in her awkward position. And vomit violently for days afterwards? I'll pass. You're probably not as tasty as you think. Not to say he was off the hook. He'd get what was coming to him, but if Kipling had a paw in it, it definitely wouldn't be on his terms. That was too easy, and with this track record he seemed determined to stack on the amount of revenge she planned to afflict.

Despite herself, a groan escaped her lips, the she-wolf turning away slightly to rub her head against her leg. She was sure the pain would fade eventually, but at the moment it was hard to focus on him and the aching in her skull.