
Her hand pulsed with the rush of blood as she slowly brought it back down to her side, under her snow white cloak. Red hair blazing around her form as the wind howled, pushing more snowfall against the both of them.The smack shouldn’t have surprised him, but it did, as did the strength behind it. Covering the now red side of his face with a hiss, he straightened back up, something between a pout and a grimace on his lips now.
Ah shit, she was glaring at him. More so than usual. With more emotions than usual, too, which seemed like a bad sign. Fenrir watched her for a long moment, letting the stinging subside and carefully moving his now aching jaw.
He wasn’t going to apologize, because he didn’t regret it. And truly, apologizing wasn’t one of his strong points either. But neither did he expect Tauriel to apologize, knowing she did not regret her actions either, and not blaming her for it.
So he simply watched her, shifting his weight once, ears buzzing from the thick silence.
“Yes, I know that.” Snapped she, as she snapped her hand as quickly as he turned to look at her under her snow ridden...
“You know these lands better than I, Tauriel.” He frown, eyes brushing over the landscape, giving her a side glance when...