Redtail Rise don't surrender

it doesn't take long. she rounds upon him, but not altogether friendly.

where 'hhee come from? she demands, brows knitted tight at the center of her forehead. her eyes are hard and cold, watching him. where you fine' her?

jealousy was beginning to pour from her maw like lava from a volcano, and as much as she tried to hold it back, the more it spilled over.

jealousy, distrust.

her teeth were bared, and showed faintly beneath slightly lifted lips, gleaming in the faint autumn light.