Bearclaw Valley Screaming, shouting, throwing your glassware to the floor

Milan tied to bury her woes, even though something was clearly bothering her. Ameline wondered again just how deep of a grave would be deep enough to bury Frederick so that no trace of him would ever be found, especially when Milan explained that she had been invited back to his den. 

Six feet? no. 
Seven feet? not deep enough. 
Twelve feet. Twelve feet deep might be enough so that no roots ever sapped the fertilizer from his body and made ugly flowers. 

She exhaled slowly, visibly relieved to hear that Frederick hadn't done something unthinkable, and that it was another wolf's disapproval that had caused the conflict. She drew in a cleansing breath and rolled her eyes. Ahhhh, fuck. Yeah, I shoulda told ya, She said, with a slight wince. We're good with the pack, but yeah, the alpha of Thwiftcurrent kind of hath a mathive thtick up hith ath. They all mean well but yeah, you wanna find wolveth that're wound tighter'n a thnail inthide a shell, uh, Thwiftcurrent'th the plathe to find 'em. She said. She'd never come to understand exactly why Akavir was the way he was, but she figured it had something to do with either a woman, or some Daddy issues he'd never figured out. 

Unfortunately, it seemed as though Frederick had found a place that suited him well, if he turned on Milan as quickly as she said he did. Thoundth pretty shitty of him to make you feel bad for hith mithtake, She commented, sourly. She sighed and shrugged. Guyth do not handle shame well, they really don't. It'th like their leatht favourite thing. They change into a completely different perthon when they feel ashamed of themthelveth, but that doethn't mean he should take it out on you. She remembered how Ancelin had looked when he'd been bested in battle, when they'd been young. For all they'd been through together, the expression he'd had on his face when he figured he'd lost her affection in the show of force was one that she wouldn't easily forget. He'th gonna hafta owe you one heck of an apology. She said, bumping her shoulder against Milan's, hoping she might feel a bit more validated.