The fox wiggled her fingers, all innocence.
"I can't hear you~" she announced, far too pleased with herself.
The vein bulged first.
A thick, throbbing cord right at the temple of Black Fang's otherwise porcelain-doll face, pulsing with the kind of rage only centuries of grudges could ferment. She looked carved from ice, but that vein betrayed the inferno bubbling inside her heart.
Yoruha, naturally, was delighted.
"My, my~" she purred, her long white ears popping back into existence and flapping excitedly like banners in a playful breeze. "That vein looks serious, dear. Do you take care of your health? You wouldn't want to die before me, now would you?"
