Totoka River with lips made of glass

it is unfair to claim that praimfaya was entirely clear of blame and she admits that her pride clouded her judgement but this conviction simply wavers as the woman who reminds her illidan and blackhead speaks, describing the woman that attacked her. sha, praimfaya breathes. yes. that is her. she corrects herself, giving a small, minuscule bob of her head in agreement. he intervened with our fight. i met him prior ...had a friendly spar with him, even. praimfaya's lips pull terse and her tail flicks against her silvered hocks. he is sensible. she is a loose canon, frostbound gaze hardens slightly as she peers from the stranger to the rippling river. i do not know if even he can control her.

and really, it wasn't any of praimfaya's business.

i'd be weary all the same. is her opinion as both commander and warrior; though she takes no pleasure in meddling in politics of packs that she is no part of.