you won't get away that easy

Artur firmly suppressed the snarl that threatened to bubble from his chest at her mocking words, though he had to grind his molars together until he was sure he could hear them creaking. Once he might have respected her, as a fierce warrior and an irreverent thorn in Valhalla's side, but time had changed her. She was just Aurielle's attack dog now - what she said, what she thought was meaningless to him. Just yapping. Yapping he need not put up with much longer. He let his gaze go cool and remote, turning on his heel to stalk out of pack lands with his head and tail up, refusing to dignify her petty sniping with a reply.

-exit-