Desperate Times

Walk | Talk | Think

She laughed. The oddly marked wolf had ignored the testing tone of aggression in her voice and instead belittled it with her chuckle, as if Yin's anger and foul mood was nothing but silly. It was exactly the wrong thing to do. Her company might not have known it but the black-tailed girl felt entirely justified in her behavior even if it was not rational, and considering she was naturally with a short fuse to begin with it ignited the little spark within her toward violence. Even as the other began to speak - as if Yin was interested in small talk - she drew her lips back from her teeth with a soft growl. "I don't," she rumbled lowly, the fur along her neck beginning to bristle. Forget Yang and his pleas for her to reign in her fury. He was no longer here; she was free to act as she wanted.

Only she had not anticipated to be joined by even more wolves. For a moment she thought the one ambling up behind the white wolf was one of her lackeys, someone from her pack called Tortuga as she introduced it, but as the angered woman's eyes shifted from her form to his she realized this was no stranger from a pack. This was someone she knew. The surprise of seeing him, Hansel, after so long was obvious. It stole away her fury enough for her bristling neck to settle, for her lips to sink again over her teeth and her jaws open slightly as she studied him. A mixture of greys and whites, eyes the color of the sea. It can't be him... It can't be.

But the wolf spoke with his voice as he brushed past the speaking Armada and traveled over to her side, Yin's confused stare following him as went. She hardly registered what he was saying as he taunted the one who had approached her first, finding something in what she said that had relevance to what he knew. It was not so much what he said that set her off, but his tone. He spoke as if they were still close buddies. As if no time at all had passed between them.

It infuriated her.

Ignorant of the other she-wolf to join them as a red hot rage overwhelmed her, Yin snarled and turned on him, moving once again though now to leap toward him with jaws at the ready. She snapped at him, not even waiting to know whether he bled or not before moving to snap again, pausing just long enough to growl, "You've got some nerve, asshole!" She wanted so much to hurt him, to add more scars to the existing ones that he wore, to make him suffer as she had suffered all this time alone through muddled, confounding emotions. Had she been a lesser being she might have cried, but Yin was strong, a fighter, and violence came more easily. "Walking over here like you haven't been gone for months? Without a single damn word?!" she yelled, jumping forward now to physically push him away. She drew back a step, white fur bristled with her head and neck arched like one ready for battle, dark tail curved and held rigidly as she continued to eye the offender and dare him to say another word out of line.

OOC: Sorry, Roman and Nekane, Yin's kind of got a one track mind right now. o.o;