Claws clicked furiously against the polished floorboards as Juna paced the length of the municipal registry like a caged panther.
"Let me hunt them down."
Hajin leaned casually against the open window casement, his arms crossed over his chest as the mountain breeze tousled his dark hair.
"No way."
"Master!"
The silver wolf girl spun on her heel, her ears pinned flat against her silver hair in obvious tactical frustration.
"They are halfway to the southern pass by now!"
"Let them run."
"You are letting spies walk away with our defensive positions?"
"They are walking away with a message," the young lord countered smoothly, turning his head to meet her fierce gaze with an unbothered grin. "They witnessed our front-line warrior shatter a herd of mutated boars in ninety seconds flat without breaking a sweat."
"They mapped our perimeter switchbacks!"
"Sounds good."
"Sounds good?!"
