Firefly Glen [m] [PHE] Gunnin' out of this place in a bullet's embrace

Cygnet’s glare snapped to the deep, blood red youth who came to the why woman’s defence, and held her in a steady stare. She snorted at Mae’s retort, a light cackle buried deep within her throat. Good one, she thought, though her eyes were the only part of her face that showed any form of amusement. 

The one who smelled of mountain air and evergreen came to dispute the remark entirely, and Cygnet simply huffed. You look at her with pity. I saw it. She stated simply, with a shrug of her shoulder. Her defensiveness practically screamed guilt, and while Cygnet was the only true witness, she would stand by her observation. 

She could sense the anxiety spiking higher and higher within the young woman who had even less composure than the young one, who smelled practically pickled with ocean salt. She glanced to the younger wolf with one eyebrow raised to see what she made of the hysterics. 

Shadess, was her name- known, obviously to the wolf who couldn’t handle a simple correction. She was going to tell her parents? Let her. If Cygnet was asked of her involvement in the tiff, she’d maintain her point. 

Go tell them. Tell them you discriminate, too. Bye, She said with a shrug- hoping they’d go, and leave them be.