Redhawk Caldera The truth is, I prefer whiskey.

Towhee's suggestion earned a surprised look from Wraen, which then turned to a sneer. Her exchange with Kukutux was now vivid before her eyes again, she felt all the anger and hurt and her friend's "Hydra does not mind" sounded as if she was mocking her in the unkindest way. The part of her missing them three went past her ears, so focussed she was on the recent insults she had received.

"You and I seem to live in parallel universes," she said slowly. "Because just a week ago I was kindly informed that I owed Hydra my life, because she had let me live, when I trespassed, and that the same person would murder me personally, if I ever came close to Moonspear," she said.

"That hardly sounds like an "everything is fine" to me and, frankly speaking, I want to put as much distance between myself and that pack as possible. I do not want to see them or hear them trash all over me again," she finished, her voice low, gaze dead serious.