indentStill it bothered her, even for as long as she'd been walking and thinking. How did he just completely ignore the fact that all she had done was for the safety of Storm? Did he not care or even bother to think of it? Could he possibly be more worried about his reputation than the thoughts of his Gamma or the safety of his family? Honestly, Phasma wasn't even sure what to think anymore. She'd spoken one word, just his name, and the whole thing had turned into a game of accusations and arguments. She hadn't even gone to him to argue. All she'd wanted was to talk it out, to express her concerns and perhaps come up with a suitable solution. It was obvious now that she was neither appreciated or respected.
indentOne could have easily mistaken her for a wolf heading down their last road to death by the way she looked as she walked. Head down and ears flatten, the confused and hurt look upon her face. It all had happened so fast and, though she didn't regret a thing that she had done, it still hurt. There was a soft sound then, almost like the wind but somewhat different than what it should sound like. Phasma stopped then, looking around the area in front of her. "Hello?" She called out softly, as if she might disturb the peace of the lands if she talked to loudly. Had he come to harass her here now?
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