Broken Boulder from the edge

Many might have felt ruffled by the she-wolfs sharp command, yet the white sylph merely tipped her muzzle lightly, acknowledging that she clearly had hit a nerve. 

There was potential here--lunge at the woman and impart some of her frustrations into her with the sting of her teeth. Perhaps have the frustration beaten out of her by the pretty girl before her--either were tempting. 

Instead, she chose not to step on the toes of Mahler's comrade any further. Despite the venom of her tongue, she wasn't hear to cause grief for the swarthy gargoyle. 

Maybe I'll see you around, she murmured in a soft-smoke voice. With that, the exotic woman turned, her eyes pressing past the other for only a moment before she made her way from the brink of the borders--her reunion with her friend would simply need to wait.