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Speak of the devil.

Cynefrid watched as the dark-pelted male walked up to Cél's opposite side, witnessing the looks of disdain received by him and their king. She couldn't tell exactly what happened or where the sire was during Célnes' attack, though the remorse in his expression was clear and she couldn't help but feel bad about him taking all the blame. Who was to say this was all his fault? Célnes could've wandered off without a word to him. And besides, dangerous wolves might've surrounded every inch of these territories. The high elk was not present here after all.

Her scarlet orbs fell upon an approaching Rohesia and regarded her comment with worried perplexion, opening her mouth to question its meaning, then closing it back and glancing up at Célnes to realize it was really meant for her. If there was conflict between the two, the nurse had no choice but to stay out of it and allow the young girls to resolve it between themselves while she went to prepare a paste.

Though a sudden gleam of fangs in the corner of Cynefrid's eye stopped the dame in her tracks.
 
Ohhhhh shiiiit....

 "ROHESIA, NO!" the fawn yelled frantically, attempting to sandwich herself in between the two before an actual blow landed. If she was able to that is, Cyne's intervention might've been too late....