Dragoncrest Cliffs But the things I've seen in Scarlet Town did mortify my soul

Raleska hoped for a fight, anything to keep fueling the anger she felt by his words. He had no right to sling insults towards her, the one constant in Rusalka-Now-Sapphique besides the wives -- in Raleska's eyes, Rosencrantz had done himself (and her) a great disservice by being so callous.

Expecting submission given her assertive lunge, Raleska's eyes lit with challenge as she heard him growl. To growl at a wolf higher ranked was insubordination, and insolent at best. It didn't matter if he was right or not, it didn't matter if she was hypocritical or being a bitch -- to Raleska, growling back was paramount to the wolven middle finger.

Her eyes blazed as she closed the distance between them, tail rising and teeth bared in assertion. He could submit and fuck off, or he could fight back -- but Raleska was not going to let his disrespect of her slide to the wayside.