"You dug up the grave of a deceased friend and turned his bones into weapons…" Silvette leaned back, her emotions a complicated mix as she observed Ralph speaking with such ease and indifference.
"Is grave-robbing as easy for you as paying a visit?" Although Silvette had come to recognize the cruel aspect of the wolf from Ralph's behavior, she still held on to a little girly fantasy—that the hero of the story always has a righteous side.
"Yes," Ralph stared at Silvette, watching discontent ignite in her purple eyes, "To me they are the same, equally difficult. I am not a person fond of making social calls, unless it is for work."
"The living are more important than the dead, I merely did what was right."
Verlet pressed against Ralph's chest, her billowing red hair interrupting their gaze.
