The Tangle gymnopédie no.1

your writing is *never* meh

if Avicus—battle-hardened, raggedy Avicus—knew the other wolf held jealousy based upon appearances, she would have milked that for all its worth. but she's unaware, unable to read it in the woman's face, and so she addresses the matter at hand directly.

pack over 'hhere, she says, nodding toward Sapphique, then turns to her own claim, an' pack over here. you in mi'ddhle. you know?

her tone is casual enough, but the implied warning is clear. stray too far in either direction. . .

the young woman—older than she is, Avicus notes—presents no open threat, but the Wealda has always considered everything unknown (and even most things known) a potential threat, and that proclivity has only increased as she has aged.