Duskfire Glacier tri

she waited; for sounds of fumbling peasant feet as they hurried to hide or escape, for a face to show itself at the end of the hallway, for a pleading voice to beg for mercy.

none such. la reine's eyelid twitched and tail lashed as the wait dragged on, all quiet but for her own sharp breaths.

with some thought that she'd just missed the invader's exit as she arrived, the madame turned -

and saw un loup.

there was a moment where her emerald eyes were wide and glowing in the half-dark, and all was quiet and still but for the twitch of her whiskers.

then, in a voice calm only because all the anger within it had grown white hot and pristine;

you 'ave. one sontons*. to explain yourself.

a swipe of tail.

*sentence