Bearclaw Valley in the end i danced with a ghost

vail’s ears twitch. her whole body halts mid-step like she’s hit a wall. she turns sharp—shoulders hunched, eyes lit like coals behind stormcloud lids.
well feel free to fuckin’ enlighten me then,
she snaps, voice cutting across the space between them like a thrown knife.
since you clearly got the map and the moral high ground.
her paws stamp forward once, twice, though she doesn’t close the gap all the way.