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

Oh that was entirely too fun. She scored a direct hit, and got right under his skin. She knew he was trying to hide it, but there was a faint flush to his cheeks, and he clearly needed a moment to compose himself. She smiled, feeling more at ease the more awkward she made the poor boy. It was true, she was enjoying herself a little too much. Perhaps she needed to think up a better past time than torturing the wolves around her.

He put himself down beside her and leaned over her to remove the bandages. She sucked in a breath, knowing that now he would see just how badly injured she was. Would see the skin where the fur might never grow back. The mince-meat lines of lashes, torn jagged from the teeth of a polar bear. She was vain enough to regret the loss, and to wish that he would believe the strong exterior she put on when the truth was she was as weak as a kitten. She lost her composure for a moment, stupid vain girl that she was and closed her eyes. Not even trying to get under his skin again, at least not for the moment.


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