Redsand Canyon i won't go down your blushing bride

the wolf replies snarkily enough, but is hardly slow in turning away to leave. nares flair, but she is silent, allowing the male his retreat. she feels no need to assert herself now; he is no real threat and nor is she established enough here to demand his respect outright. still, he's left a poor impression on the warlord, no doubt one that is meant to stick. wordlessly, she returns to her post, ignoring the throbbing in her limb.