Back where it began

Sorry to interrupt your meal? Asla wanted to scoff. Instead she said, "Haven't taken a bite." She was elbow deep in pig for the fun of it. The young wolf had always enjoyed the squelchy squish of entrails between her toes. Maybe she'd mount the head on a spike when she was done and watch it slowly decay. She could always use more skulls.

Naiche surprised her by apologizing. She didn't let that surprise show on her face. Instead she grasped the pigs heart in her claws and ripped it from the open cavity. Asla placed it between herself and pee fur before stepping away from the split porcine. Moving closer to her tree, the bloodied girl began to clean the gore from her paws and forelegs. It would have been easier to just go jump in a stream, but she was making a show of it.

The corn muffin then complimented her skill in battle. Asla didn't raise her eyes, but she did raise one paw. Spreading her toes, she flexed her sharp feline claws, inspecting them absently. "Good of you to notice." She'd beaten his tail. She'd beaten a lions tail. Why was he telling her things that she already knew?

Asla was still mad at him. He'd betrayed her trust and as such whatever friendship she imagined they had was dissolved. Naiche would have to do a lot more than apologize to get himself into her good graces again. He'd broken the rules. It was a long way back to thr starting line.