Ocean's Breath Plateau seized from the depths

"You and I have different definitions of attention," the she-wolf opined with a breathy smirk. "I wasn't willing to listen to you before— now I am." With a decisive nod, she gave her thick coat a rollicking shake and divulged her attention to Dirge without the same stringency as before. The titaness, when relaxed, seemed like an entirely different wolf; one that radiated confidence without the frightening addition of her natural standoffishness, and there was no way to tell that she had just been bested and corralled by a superior wolf. For Bethlehem knew no shame in that, and she was almost eager to further be put to task by her better.

So when Dirge propositioned her, in the most innocent way possible, winter's queen was prepared already to accept whatever it was, within reason. Still, she wasn't inclined to act so greedy— so eager. "I'll be the judge of that," she snorted, dark eyes glittering expectantly as she waited for this offer that would be "worth her while" to accept.