Thunder Dome umbra

despite the prim, self-assured way in which she stood, the tactician's eye could not miss the betrayal of nerves that caused her tailtip to anxiously dance. his gaze shifted back to look at her face, and he felt a hot flush of amusement touch the corners of his mouth as she blamed her momentary lapse of judgement on pride, of all things. she knew him well enough to know that the topic of sin would intrigue him, but on the same paw, stigmata was also quite aware of how much the topic didn't seem to fit his present company.

despite noticing this, however, stigmata chose to accept her deflection as it was intended; so he only mustered a cool, slow, yet plainly unconvinced: "i see," before moving on to a subject that had caught his attention second-most to her lie. "you are the beta of your pack, then?" he noted with genuine curiosity. "you were but a greenhorn when we first met, ruenna. i am impressed. your advise must be incomparable."