Firefly Glen [PHE] sngagil

Averie shrugged, nonfussed at the girl's defensive attitude, and glanced up from another lap of water. Just what it sounded, and she licked the river droplets from her nose, you've got mud on you, and it looks like the puddle was deep, she shrugged again, and casually lifted her paw to wipe the dribble of water from her chin, was I wrong?

The girl was in a bad mood, and maybe she was stoking fire, but what of it? Worst was this girl would go in for a fight, and despite her station, Averie figured she had a fair chance at beating her. It was clear the stranger had lived a plush life, and even if she'd had the luxury of being trained by her packmates, Averie had other teachers, cruel and unrelenting and perfectors of what it took to teach a wolf to simply survive.