Is this goodbye

Words colder than the winter breeze hit her as though Erani had attacked her, like her fangs had pierced her skin. Ears flattened against her skull, posture shifting to sit up a little taller as her crown tipped forward, chin tucking against her throat. Everything rang out in defense. The ivory dames words had been harsh, cracking like a whip, though she never rose her voice. Anger began to flare up in two toned pools. She had only asked for guidance, not to be verbally assaulted. "Surely you don't think so little of me." Words rumbled in her chest, taking on a hardened edge as her defenses shot up. "I have no doubt in Chrysanthe's ability to lead, but you can't deny that restlessness of the pack that had yet to be eased." Her tail flicked behind her against the earth, twitching sharply. The exchange was becoming heated, each angry with the other for their own reasons. The ex-healers words stung. [i]I wouldn't have taught you if I had known you would think of leaving Valhalla.[i] Those words rung in her head like an alarm, loud and clear. She had never been one to cry in front of someone, and she wasn't about to start now, no matter how much it hurt. "I did not ask for your anger, but your guidance as my teacher." It was hard to keep the growl out of her voice, the hurt and anger from her eyes. She never could hide her emotions well.



ooc- shortness, crappiness





"speech" thought