08-23-2011, 10:27 PM
The white wolf huffed dramatically, rolling her eyes at the man. She didn't care how sorry he looked or how sorry he acted, it still wasn't enough to satisfy her hot temper. He had just poured out a load of information in the face of a possible hostile, and he had the gall to sit there and feel sorry for himself?! Her tail swished, and it seemed that she held it out at half mast. Orin hadn't been much one for status or dominance games, but her posture right now sure suggested that her anger was bringing out the best in her.
'My inability to do anything right,' that statement just angered her more. She had the right to be mad, and he didn't have the right to rob her of it by guilting her into feeling sorry for him.
“What ever happened to your brains? Your instinct? Or did Sky take that from you when she took your heart, too? We have puppies here, Shawchert. I know they weren't around for a long time and maybe you're still adjusting, but it's like you didn't even think of them.” Skye had already chastised him on behalf of the rest of the pack, so Orin was down to digging in her claws about her daughters.
“Damn it!” the curse was so foreign on the woman, even if it was a mild one. “This is Cercatori d'Arte. This is our pack. It's supposed to be safe! Now we might have a war coming our way!” Her voice raised higher and higher as she kept working herself up, and finally she slammed her forepaw into the leaves at her feet, sending out a spray of dead flora. Mist collected in her eyes, and it was obvious that this ran deeper than the possibility of a war.
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'My inability to do anything right,' that statement just angered her more. She had the right to be mad, and he didn't have the right to rob her of it by guilting her into feeling sorry for him.
“What ever happened to your brains? Your instinct? Or did Sky take that from you when she took your heart, too? We have puppies here, Shawchert. I know they weren't around for a long time and maybe you're still adjusting, but it's like you didn't even think of them.” Skye had already chastised him on behalf of the rest of the pack, so Orin was down to digging in her claws about her daughters.
“Damn it!” the curse was so foreign on the woman, even if it was a mild one. “This is Cercatori d'Arte. This is our pack. It's supposed to be safe! Now we might have a war coming our way!” Her voice raised higher and higher as she kept working herself up, and finally she slammed her forepaw into the leaves at her feet, sending out a spray of dead flora. Mist collected in her eyes, and it was obvious that this ran deeper than the possibility of a war.
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