regrets collect like old friends

That smile widened as Wren responded - aggressively. Her tail swished back and forth, slowly, as the Bjundi stared up at the little bird. "Little bird has a temper too big for her," she murmured to herself, quietly enough so Wren shouldn't hear. Mira hoped that Wren didn't think herself scary; little tiny birds that chirp more than they think could never be scary. Her grin widened for a split second as Wren made her retort, and the red woman tossed her head before taking a seat. This little bird truly is amusing. She wondered idly how long it would take to make the bird snap; unfortunately, Bass wouldn't see her goading Wren in the same light. So she would have to behave.

As it was, her gaze hardened as the wolf curled into a ball. "I would, but I'm afraid you'd have to get rid of yours first. After all, growling before I even do anything is not a proper attitude, little bird." Mira truly hated how Wren spoke to her, but she sure as hell wasn't going to show that it upset her. No; it would be weakness. It was one thing to to speak with a true friend about - which she didn't have any, so that was out of the option - but another to show weakness in front of a subordinate. Even if that subordinate was soon to be an equal. She wasn't going to do it. She wasn't going to open herself up - again - allowing others to tear her apart from the inside. She handled it before; she didn't think she could now. So she had to stay calm on the outside - impassable. She had to remain dominant, otherwise she would be weak. And she could not afford to be weak.

"Speech"
'thoughts'