is this a better size difference?

Oh well, it was worth a try. No one had ever been afraid of little old her before. The thin press of his lips made her wonder if he would be less tolerating than the young healer. Her game was fun while it lasted, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to keep it up any longer. The truth was, she was at his mercy. Both as a bedridden wolf, and a slave of this pack. “Nice. That’s going to scar, kill any murderers lately?” Damn her tongue, just when she was resolved to behave herself, too.

“The Virg--" She coughed, and finally got a hold of her errant tongue "My Lord Oleander is never too far away, I’m sure he’ll be by soon.” She said sweetly, as if she hadn’t been poking him with her words just a moment ago.


"Speech"