how much wood can a woodchuck...

"I am not offended" she told him bluntly but truthfully. Irked a bit, that he seemed to think she needed to announce her connections with every breath to the Armada but not offended. She continued thoughtfully "I haven't talked with you before now. There's a lot riding on a first impression sometimes. Forgive me, I am defensive - I admit it - but I think I'm just nervous speaking with you." Plus she babbled when nervous. They were not friends by any means, not like she was with Azure's son. She was not the type to assume that meant anything to Azure either.

Wren turned her attention back to the hunt. She had cut off the warren to the rabbits and they all scattered to the far winds, frenzied. She threw one out of the air with a swipe, and it landed heavily. Knowing it was not close to a trap, she quickly killed it and moved on. The blood scent made the rabbits squeal and flee. Darting from foliage and away from Azure's paws. She growled openly as another rabbit moved toward her, flinging itself into a trap instead. The squeal cut off swiftly. Wren went to check the traps - just one left now unoccupied - and proceeded to end the rabbits that were struggling a bit hard against the catgut.

"Words"