Onwards

The fear in the air was palpable and it was all her fault. She could have smirked, there was no guilt on her part. She revelled in the obvious tension between her guests, though it wouldn't show on her face. Yawning as Gilgamesh approached, leaning into the press of Jael's muzzle, everything about the woman was relaxed, in sharp contrast to the obvious anxiety of the other two wolves in the room.

When Gil leant his head across her shoulder she reached out to rake her teeth across his muzzle, a quick parting of her jaws and a low affectionate grumble before moving to his cheek to groom the fur just below his ear. Modesty stretched her limbs, toes curling before tucking back in close and pulling Jael closer with them. She ducked her head under Gilgamesh's chin to groom the fur between the smaller woman's ears before resting her head against her leg. Eyes shifted from one to the other, sleepy grin on her face, waiting to see what would happen next.

“Speech.”