Ocean's Breath Plateau Friend of a Friend

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She let her own laughter trail alongside his, but it seemed he took her jest seriously in his answer and she listened with curiosity to his reply. But as his words continued to run over each other she felt the previous lightness give way to a roiling in her stomach that was telling her to fight, flee, or perhaps hurl. The word disrespect seemed insufficient. And he had laughed! At his own description. Her lips curled inward from her smile closing her expression. Wolves could and did change, but maturation....as if rape were something natural for the younger wolf that one just grew out of as the seasons passed. A harsh bark of laughter escaped her and she followed after his speech glancingly as she let out a few breaths of it.

And again that return of the volley she marked the moment when his voice shifted - and Rodyn...Rodyn had said he would help this wolf find someone? Not a change in him but a change in her own perspective. The roiling in her stomach returned. There was intent there in the flirtation and while she knew well enough how her own tone could be taken and she enjoyed playing the game it came on quickly and strong. A forthrightness not tempered by sense or empathy or sensitivity to the flow of the words and the air between them. And she wondered if he had changed his aim or thoughts at all but merely tried a different method to that same end. Like two young wolves tussling in play and all the sudden a bite that was all too real.

Her tail lashed out behind her in broad side to side strokes as she let her own response bite her tongue spurring it to action. "When it comes to love one often needs all the help they can get." There was a sharp edge to the lightness of her voice, that same ironic twist of humor so often aimed only at herself but with an undercurrent of something less than playful, perhaps more coming from within.