My words are filling at the tub

Her cool expression didn't waver at his words, neither warming, nor hardening. Instead, she let him speak. She could sense the vulnerability; as any wolf could. It was part of the predator's nature, to sense the vulnerable and the weak. She could just hear his heart leaping in his breast, a sign of nerves, or some strong emotion repressed. Her stance remained guarded, paws squared, posture dominant.

However his next words caused a crack in the cold mask. Arian? Dead? And by Sin's paws, no less? What had happened? When had this happened? The racing thoughts whirled in her mind, a dizzying blur of confusion, anger, pain, and a sense of rising grief. Would it be different if she had taken action sooner? Her posture never wavered, but the flash of emotion across her face, quickly buried under the cold mask once more, was enough to tell that the news had struck hard.

"What will you do now?" She forced her voice to remain level, keeping a steel leash firmly in paw on her emotions. She wouldn't lash out in anger, not unless he gave her a good reason. "Will you avenge her?" Someone had damned well better kill that bastard before she got her paws on him, because she wouldn't be showing mercy if she ever met the bloodstained piece of carrion in the flesh.

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