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Neoma had had enough. If the Outsider didn’t want her reasonable and well meaning help, then she would just not give it to him again all!
“Well, fine! Have it your way. Just know, if my brother and the rest of the kingdom find you anywhere near the castle walls, you will sorely regret it! Goodbye, Outsider! And best of luck in the Wilds of the unknown! Because this is the last time I shall extend a helping shoulder to you!”
She barked indignantly, her bristling white tail lashing as her hackles raised without her knowing. Had her brother been there, he probably would have scolded her for letting a dog muss up her fur in conversation. With her ears pinned to her head and one last leer of outrage, she turned and began stomping off into the forest and back to her kingdom.
The Outsider gazed after her with his chin held up high and his chest puffed out in power, however he quirked a brow at the rather childish display she put on in trying to tell him off with a threat.

He could have laughed, a high-stepping pampered Pedégrian telling him where he or his pack could go? Just ridiculous.

“Oh yeah? Well it just so happens that me and my pack are born and bred for the Wilds! Unlike you and your little pampered pooch buddies!”

He had to bark back with his tail raised upright, not wanting her to have the last say.

She seemed to pause at this, before she tossed her head back and released a resounding groan of frustration.

“Whatever! Goodbye!” Then she sprinted off and disappeared into the tree line and ran all the way back to her useless kingdom.

He huffed, dropping his head and shaking out his fur vigorously. He stared after where she had left for a moment blankly and with an irritated frown, before he turned himself and began to return to where his pack were settled down at. That was, until he saw the little squirrel the Pooch forgot.

He snorted. Forgot? He was the one that caught it, so he had the right to have it more than she did. Besides, she already certainly ate well back at her damn castle, so he didn’t feel she would miss one measly squirrel. Or…

He shoved the icky feeling blooming in his gut away and stooped down to take the tiny catch into his jaws. Gazing over his shoulder once more for— whatever the reason was— he turned and began trotting through the dark forest trees and leaving himself.

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Neoma had had enough. If the Outsider didn’t want her reasonable and well meaning help, then she would just not give it to him again all!
“Well, fine! Have it your way. Just know, if my brother and the rest of the kingdom find you anywhere near the castle walls, you will sorely regret it! Goodbye, Outsider! And best of luck in the Wilds of the unknown! Because this is the last time I shall extend a helping shoulder to you!”
She barked indignantly, her bristling white tail lashing as her hackles raised without her knowing. Had her brother been there, he probably would have scolded her for letting a dog muss up her fur in conversation. With her ears pinned to her head and one last leer of outrage, she turned and began stomping off into the forest and back to her kingdom.
The Outsider gazed after her with his chin held up high and his chest puffed out in power, however he quirked a brow at the rather childish display she put on in trying to tell him off with a threat.

He could have laughed, a high-stepping pampered Pedégrian telling him where he or his pack could go? Just ridiculous.

“Oh yeah? Well it just so happens that me and my pack are born and bred for the Wilds! Unlike you and your little pampered pooch buddies!”

He had to bark back with his tail raised upright, not wanting her to have the last say.

She seemed to pause at this, before she tossed her head back and released a resounding groan of frustration.

“Whatever! Goodbye!” Then she sprinted off and disappeared into the tree line and ran all the way back to her useless kingdom.

He huffed, dropping his head and shaking out his fur vigorously. He stared after where she had left for a moment blankly and with an irritated frown, before he turned himself and began to return to where his pack were settled down at. That was, until he saw the little squirrel the Pooch forgot.

He snorted. Forgot? He was the one that caught it, so he had the right to have it more than she did. Besides, she already certainly ate well back at her damn castle, so he didn’t feel she would miss one measly squirrel. Or…

He shoved the icky feeling blooming in his gut away and stooped down to take the tiny catch into his jaws. Gazing over his shoulder once more for— whatever the reason was— he turned and began trotting through the dark forest trees and leaving himself.