Greatwater Lake i'm the moon came true

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She stood rather still and lax, then watched the younger wolf stay rigid and tense. Frustrated, perhaps? Amekaze couldn't truly tell. So to her words, she couldn't help but shake her head and chuff a soft laugh; not exactly. Much had changed. The dark alpha could attest to that in a heartbeat.

You are awfully tense, she sneered. Her indifference, and lack of making a threatening lunge in the younger female's way, spoke well enough. I disagree. Nothing about you speaks of the Creek, at the very least. As obvious as it was, perhaps she needed a reminder on why she had landed in the way she had many moons ago, being drug off as captive by her own teeth. Amekaze had acted on her Alpha's instruction. While it did leave a funny taste in her mouth to need to manhandle a practical-whelp, and she wouldn't deny that she had done the girl wrong, it had been Fox's fault it had come to that anyway.