I like that you're not nice to me, I love your heart of ice.

Her showmanship done, she opened her eyes again and peeked at him. Surprised to see the frantic look in his eyes, and the panic in his voice. She had touched on a nerve without meaning to. It left him desperate for answers, looking to her for them. She felt a surge of something in her veins. It made her feel… important, valued. An addictive feeling.

But, to her utter surprise, she realised she liked this wolf. She liked the way his cheeks had stained pink at the touch of her paw, and the ripple of crystals down her pack. Like they were somehow the same. A crossroads. To continue the deception, or…

“Got you!” She squealed, knowing there was a chance she was breaking whatever this was between them by showing her hand. “Here’s your fight… incoming, you giant pincushion!” She said, and leapt at him. Perhaps if she could distract him enough he’d be too busy to be mad


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