Like a woman scorned
His words would still her, immediately igniting that fiery rage that was caged within. Was he implying that she did not love her children? Hackles would bristle, lips curling back in a vicious snarl. But his next words would still her. He was demoting her, and denying her her children? No. She would stalk towards him, aiming to once again stand directly in front on him, hoping to close the gap to only a few inches. Her eye would narrow, hackles bristling as the rest of her defenses fell into place. "I will burn this place to the fucking ground before I let you keep my children." Words came out in a venomous hiss. Like hell was he going to pry her kids from her. She didn't need a rank to have rights to the little lives she had birthed With her eye narrowed, and hackles raised, her shoulders would roll forward, neck scrunching to protect her vitals. Her legs would spread equidistant and bend at the joint, her toes would splay, claws digging into the ground for traction. Her would straighten, and align with her spine, ears pinned against her skull, her lips curled back, pushing extra skin around her face and eye.
I don't need a rank for rights to my children. Nothing was going to stop her. Anyone who stood between her and her kids would be perceived as a threat and treated as such. And right now, he was that threat. Her hind end would drop lower to the ground, hind legs spreading, and her rear left paw sliding several inches back. She was prepared to launch herself at him. She was on fire with anger, he had thrown on to many accusations at her, he had implied too much. She had been more than willing to part of peaceful terms, raise her children and still allow him access to them, hence why she was staying nearby rather than racing to the north to join her sister. But now.... Now she was angry, now she had a point to prove. |
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