Seaside Moors Momma's in the beauty parlor, Daddy's in the baseball pool.

Wintersbane remained cool in the face of Raleska's wrath; for that, she felt her fury falter and lose its confidence. No! He was wrong! He had come into their home and spat in their faces, by attacking the very sovereign that had granted him safe harbor! Raleska shook those fleeting thoughts of uncertainty from her mind and redoubled the hardness of her glare.

Of course she had every right to be mad at him. Her tail lashed as if saying fucking duh! It took her a moment to catch Wintersbane's first reply was a clap-back aimed at Aningan, and when she realized it her ears flew forward in insult. "It doesn't matter what you mean - it matters what you do. How are you a better leader than Aningan? How can you possibly be good for Rusalka? You aren't one of us -- you have no idea what we've been through." Her words came through as a heated hiss, sharp as glass as they were forced through a throat tight with rage. "Did you hurt him?"