Raven's Watch tìvilar

How terribly she wanted to see him incensed— humbled by the terse words of the woman he’d thought to own. The huntress had never before felt such nerves. Her tongue loosened crimes, every word contraband. She thought of her band chief and had the decency to flush.
Yet still, he laughed. Still he scorned, disallowing the satisfaction of his shame. Growing the head of his pride.
Ayovi says nothing else. She lays, paws curling into chest, watching his shadow on the wall of the hollow. Waiting for him to go.