Dragoncrest Cliffs I bit her real good

She had guilt to swallow, but it remained in her throat, heavy, held in place by her own pride. It would sit in her mouth and go sour there; she did not have words to express her feelings, anyway.

But with her big, golden eyes, she could convey plenty, and her sister knew her ways. Her breath came out slowly, and she shifted her shoulders. Her lips were not tight, but the corners trailed back and down. On one side of the bridge of her muzzle, a light wrinkle.

She did not understand- but she could accept.