fight or flight

Her words managed to stop the snowy wight and she turned to look back at the waiting Klein. She spoke of pride and of an unwillingness to show weakness, Belle couldn’t deny the logic. The woman admitted fault and went on to offer her name as well. The Ivory splashed she wolf gave a quick nod of respect, ”Deathbelle Klein.” She offered with an obvious pride on her voice. Decorated paws carried her just a bit closer to the stranger as alabaster banner wagged at her ankles.

”Follow me and I can patch you up,” She offered as her magenta gaze looked the scarred stranger over again. ”Free of charge.” Belle added with a smile as her body turned the opposite direction towards her stores.

-exit to new thread for heals?-