With your threads in mind

Surreal reined in her temper long enough to hear him out. Looking to talk was all well and good, but he had not helped her trust by returning here. Not only that, but he smelled of Sin, which lowered her trust of him even further, particularly with the proximity of her family involved. That Liar would never harm a child was something Surreal was unaware of. Even if she had been, she had more to protect than just her babies. Falk was blind, and less able to defend himself from an attack, though she would begin working with him on blind combat, something her Uncle had been training her in during their exile on Atlantis Island. She’d been pretty fair at fighting with mud over her eyes and hindering her sight. There was something exhilarating about only being able to hear and smell and feel your opponent as you fought; a deeper connection, because you had to stay close and literally feel for your opponent’s next moves through the minute movements of their muscles.

Her eyes bore into the expressionless face of the wolf before her. Her injuries had healed sufficiently that she could take him easily, and not be hindered by previous wounds. “Bad first impressions? You frightened my niece. There are consequences to actions, Liar Walker. Step wrong, and you can safely assume you will meet an early grave. What did Arian even do to make you do whatever you did to scare her?” The undertone of anger still lay just beneath the calm of her voice, and her eyes hadn’t softened. The exotic male was still on thin ice. All it would take was a wrong step to shatter it. “If you truly do have a hard time reading emotions in other wolves, you need to learn, and fast. There are far worse characters out there than a mother defending her children from a perceived threat.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think