“Ah, fuck. Really, everyone I know is stubborn. Maybe it’s a trait I like in other assholes like me, hm?” Such a velveteen tone, soft as it is, hardly seems suited to profanities and sharply wielded words. “Fuck, probably the Wolf...well, motherfuckers are both wolves, really. Ironic, that. One’s a...well. I don’t know what to call us. He’s referred to me as a student, though the term rubs me the wrong way. He’s called me...a few things. I don’t think I like any of them.” The black-papered cigarette between her claws is ashed, and puffed on briefly - smoke trailing upward, as she speaks at last, “He is, quite simply, My Wolf. No one holds their ground like he does - and few care to try, with me. Suffice to say that when the unstoppable force meets the immovable object? The unstoppable force slows the fuck down.” Slowly, does she finish spilling smoke upward, before shrugging - a faint smirk lingering in the corner of her lips, “I love a challenge. And he is a complex one, my Wolf. As for the other? He’s...my friend. I lashed out at him in all ways except literal violence...and he stubbornly refuses to leave my side. Still.” She frowns to herself, wine-red lips twisting in a moue, “He’s always...around when my life goes to shit. When I’m on the cusp of a bender...he knows when to show up and make me put it down - drugs, alcohol. Maybe not the murder, but...we understand each other, there.” (( Mentions both @ketsuchikotetsu and @rukaen ! For the record, Kye, she still hates calling him that. But the irony makes her laugh. :P ))