Blackfoot Forest love can be a liar

starling leaned in, eager to drink up whatever story creyr offered. except for one about potential rape. her eyes widened at first as the girl slowly unraveled her yarn -- but as the story progressed, starling's smoothed fur flared out again and when creyr had finished starling looked possessed of some angry animus.

who could do such a thing? who was so wretched and ungentlemanly that they would force themselves upon a lady? starling felt outraged for this pewter girl. "who was he?" she blurted, her gaze hardened and mien protective. she never hated men more than she did right now!