you want me to walk her like she's your dog?

Pain flared up her body as her back hit the snow, and she could do nothing but sit there and breath for a moment. When she felt the touch of a nose against her cheek, her eyes flared upwards. The touch was unusual enough that she wasn’t sure what to do with it. Between that and her fall, the sharp-tongued girl was momentarily speechless.

Her expression finally pulled into a frown as Wilder mentioned Oleander. “No, I’m fine. Sorry, I must have dramatically swooned at the thought of Oleander's muscles…” She said, her voice dry as ice. He didn’t mention her flinching, and she certainly wasn’t going to bring it up either. He’d have been well within his right to smack her, but these goddamn Armada wolves were twisting her up in knots with their restraint. She just wanted it to happen already. The suspense was killing her.


"Speech"