Don't get your hair caught in the propellor

The meeting began and finally, Cataleya brought up the topic Maija had wanted to avoid hearing. Sibelle's situation would only become worse and there was nothing the golden female could do. She knew if she opposed Cat's wishes and desires, there would be hell to pay and her vanity was high enough for her to avoid such dramatic effects. She silently wanted to slash the white wolf's throat, show her the pain that Sibelle herself had gone through after being captured. Bloodlust for her sister's revenge boiled in her veins, but Maija didn't show any evidence of her thoughts. That was just how good she was.
Instead of showing her true feelings, she didn't say a word. Her leaf-green eyes, hardened from so much practice, continued to watch Cataleya. Her words only mattered and whatever she said, it was what she would listen to. Ears twitched slightly before she moved her front paws closely around Ecaterina's small frame. If her daughter had any questions, she would answer them as best as she could.




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