The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

Metis’s teeth were still stained red up around her gums. It was visible when she grinned, even if you were to look past the carcass cooling in the snow.

Oh no, I’m no slouch. At hunting, or at fighting. She gave a quick wag of her tail, tipping her head to the side to look over the lanky body of the girl in front of her, before looking at her face.

And you look like you could do some serious damage too, hunting or fighting. My tutors would have loved you. Metis knew that the small size of the girl would have given her all the more advantage, speed wise, around the hulking giants that had been her “ever so wise” tutors.