Grouse Thicket roll for initiative

She stared at him—her brow arching delicately—her features slowly brightening with her delight. “Wait… Are you saying I need to find the best sullier to sully me?”

If he was—Germanicus was downright diabolical and she found herself revelling in it.

And, for good measure: “The least Tawarwaith-wolf there ever was.” She hummed, pulling at the bird—devouring another sample and giving a soft hum of pleasure. "Le athae," she murmured, her amusement dancing within her eyes.