Bramble Falls how to be a heartbreaker

Rochus. She was certain she'd never heard a less pleasant sounding name. Fitting, she supposed, for some strange old guy. At least he showed a little awe about her home, a proper expression because it confirmed yet again within her ears that only badasses lived on mountains. Magg lifted her head a little as she expounded, the ego subtle but still visibly present.

"Yeah," as though it were nothing for her, to live so high, where the ice took over and the ground could fall away all at once, "we're called Sanguine Cove. My parents lead."

How about that, Mr. No One?

As they moved further along the ledge, safe ground fading behind them, Vasco let his eyes drift down again, pretending to watch his own footing while innocuously studying the ground in front of them. Just up ahead, the ledge grew even narrower, just barely wide enough for two wolves side by side; Perfect! The stupid girl spoke up again and this was the hardest he’d had to fight to keep the smile off his face. Truly this was a sign from fate itself, not only was this child of the Cove, she was the alphas’ daughter! An icy tingle ran down the full length of Vasco’s spine, making his tail twitch in silent glee. He lifted his head a little, glancing forwards for the perfect spot, and as it neared, he made his move. Putting sudden speed into his steps, the gaunt wolf sidled along the cliffside, slipping between it and the young woman, trying to force her towards the edge. He moved with urgency, but trying to mask his intentions, keeping his head lowered, leveled with her shoulder to more easily shove past. The goal was to take her by surprise, driving her out over the ledge before she even realized what was happening; For Sephrina! Thoughts ”Speech”