Round Two, Jerk!

Cináed scoffed and grinned when the much smaller woman bit back at him with an insult. It seemed like with age she had gotten a sharper tongue as well and it was more amusing than anything. He wasn't as lost as he once had been so the comment about being "nameless" didn't sting like it probably would have if they had crossed paths even a couple of seasons ago. She was still just as easy to rile up as when they first met and he enjoyed how she was pointedly trying to ignore and dismiss him while she swirled her wine and commented about getting him kicked out by security. She told him to go running back to Fenmyre, which meant she had smelled the pack on his coat, and it made him take note of her scent as well. He remembered that she had notably been part of Armada the last time they crossed paths, but this time she didn't have any trace of the Fatalis pack on her. Instead, there was the scent of that pack that had raided Fenmyre a while back, but it was faint, like she hadn't been there long.

"Just taking jabs at the name and the pack still I see," he muttered with a smirk. He reached for the goblet she was holding and snatched it from her paw before lifting it to his lips to take a long drink, handing it back to her with a grin. "Come on, don't you think this party could use a bit of excitement? Just sitting here, watching all them all kiss each other's asses... All a little dull if you ask me." Up close like this he could really tell how she had matured. She was slim and lithe and just beginning to show that more womanly shape, her coat looked soft and fluffy, and even her ears that had seemed silly before gave her an adorable charm. As much as he'd hate to admit it, the little Fatalis princess had suddenly become a pretty little thing and now he was just left kicking himself for being such an asshole when he was younger.

Cináed