Thal raises an unintimidated eyebrow, unwilling to retract her threat. In fact, she blinks innocently at Asta, doubling down as she adds sweetly, "Then don't turn into a statue." With a dangerously bright grin, she turns to Danta, offering a loud hum of approval that nearly purrs with delight. "Mmm. You make a very valid point." One she would definitely keep in mind for later, because for now, it sounds like there's violence on the horizon.
And she's always itching for a fight.
When the men seem to settle on the wolves, Thal presses her hands together to smother the fire, sealing the decision with a sharp nod of her head that has her dark hair catching the frigid breeze flowing from behind them. "Great. We can have our bait prance ahead in case he nose-dives into the snow for an impromptu nap." Flashing him a teasing smirk, she gestures with a dramatic flourish of her hand for Asta to lead the way, ready to slink behind in shadows.
And she's always itching for a fight.
When the men seem to settle on the wolves, Thal presses her hands together to smother the fire, sealing the decision with a sharp nod of her head that has her dark hair catching the frigid breeze flowing from behind them. "Great. We can have our bait prance ahead in case he nose-dives into the snow for an impromptu nap." Flashing him a teasing smirk, she gestures with a dramatic flourish of her hand for Asta to lead the way, ready to slink behind in shadows.
thalassa
i came committed, guess i overdid it
