court of thorns

She watches the female's face with a sort of concealed amusement. She's more than aware of the fact that she's merely prolonging the situation by being sharp, but she can't help it. It's in her blood. But, soon enough, the stranger gives in, saying something about her siblings, and with a tug and a pull, Leera's free. As she steps away, keeping the bloodied hind leg in the air, she limps around to get a good look at her helper. "I don't enjoy threats either, but see, they do work," she says, the corner of her dark lips twitching into a smirk. For the first time, Leera shows gratitude by closing her eyes and dipping her head once.

"My, you're quite pretty, aren't you?" she observes easily upon opening her eyes, tail curling in a feline manner. She lets her expression soften a bit. There's a distinct pack-like smell coming off the other girl's coat, the mix of many wolves in one place, and Leera's curious to know where the little beast has come from. "What's your name?"

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