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Her cold glare was met with a level gaze. Through her hostility, he saw a woman whose favour was easily lost, ire easily stoked. A woman who, it seemed, did not value the work put in by those who had toiled the hardest. If she would not even deign the conversation worthy of her time- would she even listen to her Iris when she had one?

He picked himself up and willingly swept toward the den’s entrance. He turned around, so he could speak into the darkness. 

If you will be dis dismissive of your packmates when dey come to ‘ave a word wid you, den you do not deserve an Iris. 

He left her with those words to consider.

-Tousaint out-