Swiftcurrent Creek Stare al Proprio Posto

It seemed that this would only be a fleeting moment of privacy, an unfamiliar voice cutting through the air. The disappointment was clear on her face - it was not something she could very well hide.

She looked to Frederick. This was his pack, not her own. She would heed the advice of her father and remain mindful of her place here. A guest, an unwanted one at that, should be seen and not heard.

It was embarrassing, terrifying, humiliating. She would surely be kept up at night for some time with this. A familiar pit in her stomach returned, the confidence that came from her time with Frederick spilling out of her until she was returned to the meek woman she had arrived to the Teekons as.

But now was not the time to sulk. Later when she returned home she was sure she could cry with the company of Ameline or Cole.