Wapun Meadow You’re right

twitch stared. blinked. fought the overwhelming urge to rub at her temple with a paw. "yeah, thanks," she deadpanned, ears flicking back. "real reassuring."

she had meant it rhetorically—an offhand remark, a throwaway comment, not an invitation for ameline to start spinning some godsdamned horror story about murder-bears and massacres. now, she was stuck with that delightful image rattling around in her skull, along with the grim conclusion that yeah, death could come for you anywhere, anytime, no matter what you did. real uplifting.

she sighed, slow and controlled. "guess that means it don't really matter if i go alone or not, huh?" her voice was dry, but there was no real venom to it. still, she couldn't help but feel like she'd walked herself into this.