12/8/2025, 11:18 PM
The girl's face twisted, from awkward neutrality into something that warned Trygve long before she spoke it was going to be only words with teeth and venom. He'd thought he'd been ready for it, too. Something about his height - not short by any means but he stood even shorter than this girl - or his too-pretty face, or his freakish split-coat, or some other thing. Maybe this girl was a witch, like the other one, and would tell him some creepy nonsense about the North and impending death.
Maybe she'd tell him Yakone was dead.
Instead: lover's spat?
Trygve's expression wrinkled into a confused sneer, tilting his head. Silky, cowlicked fur tumbled against his cheek. Lovers? Like Akira and her absent Lodgepole?? Like Yakone's mom and her weird boyfriend?
Gross, and absurdly insulting to be put in the same realm as any of those wolves. And then the currant-red girl went on to offer herself as a replacement, and Trygve huffed sharply with distaste.
D'ya really think you're all that? Just gonna swoop in and take somebody's place, no questions asked?The boy lowered his chin a little, glared up at the girl's sour green eyes through his lashes. His muzzle wrinkled, mocking arrogance dripping off his tone.
Pretty desperate.
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