Sun Mote Copse you always feared god-born achilles

though jr feels a soft flare of annoyance that meerkat edits her words, offering an apology, it does not surprise her, either. she had understood her bite could cost them something that already balanced precariously on the edge of a sword. they did not need war, but jr cannot help but think that these wolves could stand to be a bit more humble.

they should be the ones to apologize, not throwing the fact that it was accepted but needless back in their faces.

jr's gaze lingers on the woman of the trio, taking words at lip value, unable to hear infliction or lack thereof. she went off of body language and her own interpretation and found it to not be as diplomatic as she would've liked.

it is too easy for jr to misinterpret.

too easy for her to have that fury forged guard up.

-nothing that would be a balm to this situation,- jr signs to meerkat, honestly. she was distrustful and annoyed and whatever shred of diplomacy she had, had fled the scene a while ago. for this, she is apologetic but eager to be meerkat's guard-dog than a diplomat in training at the moment.