Gingerbread Cottage

As the younger she wolf corrected her, the dame bared her daggers in a grimace of distaste. Her tongue clucked against her pearl razors, her delicate cranium shaking slightly. "I do not tolerate disrespect, especially not from a youngster such as yourself." She told the brown pelted fae, the last few words coming out a growl. As the damsel's voice came to grate in her onyx audits again, she seated herself where she stood, glaring upwards. "Hmm......" She mused, taking her sweet time to reply. Her claws drummed against the stone floor as she tilted her cranium back and to the side in thought. The action bared her throat to the stranger, daring her to attack or threaten her. Then she would not show mercy.

Her tiara would snap downwards, exotic gaze fixed upon the innocent babe's own electric blue optics. A sly grin would play across her features, and her voice would fall from her lips a devious purr. "What can you offer my in return for my gratitude?" She asked, her eyes showing that she knew exactly how cruel she was being, blocking the entrance while she stalled to see what she could get from the dame as she got slowly colder.




"Speech"