"Ghaul was here?" Her voice is sharp, pinched in a way it usually isn't. Ghaul-- or Wolfbane? But surely Amarine would have known if Ghaul was not who he had said. She has a way of knowing, something that has as clearly marked her no natural-born child of Neverwhere as the crystal eyes and the tornadoes. Nothing about the little pony-girl is much like the mare gruff, shrewish, insensitive.
No, perhaps that isn't entirely true, because Neverwhere has heard that sharp tongue wag when she is among her friends.
One ear follows the sulky colt in his invisible world, huffing into the air somewhere behind her as he tries desperately to gain her attention. The ploy does not work, the Nerinian queen otherwise ignores him fully. The boy tries again, whuffing loudly, but his mother steadfastly ignores him. Instead, she moves closer to the small yearling and, unseen, he pins his smalls ears at them both. The girl is right though.
"I'm not pouting!" He doesn't see Neverwhere roll her eyes. He hears her snort but not her whispered warning to Ama to watch her back. Unlike Neverwhere who came upon her power quite by accident and leaves it largely unpracticed, the bits of magic woven into Wherewolf's flesh are as natural to him as breath, the invisibility, the healing, the duplication - though he can only summon one to Neverwhere's five.
But one is enough when the quarry is so focused on the jealous heart of an invisible boy. From behind, hard, flat teeth tugging hard at the bright strands of her tail.
Wherewolf
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@[Amarine]
