The Tangle I said somebody's been shot, somebody's been abused

chani, daughter of reactive coastal beauties, took it quite as a slight. the rust-red eyes hardened above a small curve now blooming on her mouth. not a bit of contrition in him; she marvelled at that, nudging shadess.
"eating dis one would make you stupid i fear," the cliff-hunter purred, though there was danger in it.
she felt a great presence in the air, an observant shade. and though chani knew it could be any sapphique wolf or no one at all, she felt —
she meant to handle this meet as sobeille might.
"but if you be wantin' a trophy off him, cousin, take dat voicebox." gentle, wisping laughter that was not amused at all.
chani moved languidly to block a tiny space amid the yawning thorns, stretching one hindleg as she exchanged a long glance with shadess. a man so close and so loud should be — groveling. yes; heart beginning to race.