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Minetta’s crimson eyes narrowed, tracking the juvenile griffin as it began its descent. Her grip tightened on her polearm, the familiar weight a comforting anchor in the face of the imminent threat. Remi’s choice to meditate amidst the chaos was, frankly, baffling. A flicker of annoyance sparked within her – here was a genuine danger, a direct threat to the clan’s future, and Remi was choosing… inner peace?

“Meditate?” Minetta scoffed, the sound sharp and disbelieving. “While a griffin is about to dive-bomb our children? You choose to meditate?” The sheer absurdity of it almost made her want to laugh, but the glint in her eyes was pure, unadulterated suspicion, mixed with a dawning frustration. Was this a ploy? A distraction? Or was Remi truly capable of such detached calm in the face of imminent danger?

She took a few more purposeful strides towards the edge of the cliff, her gaze never leaving the griffin. Its movements were becoming more deliberate, its focus clearly on the small figures practicing below. Minetta could practically feel the tension radiating from the young warriors, their inexperience making them easy prey.

“Fine,” she spat, her voice rough with exertion and rising impatience. “Meditate away. Just don’t expect me to hold your hand if that thing decides to take a bite out of you for your… serenity.” She gave Remi a final, sharp look, a silent challenge in her crimson gaze, before turning her full attention to the approaching danger. “And if you do happen to have some kind of precognitive insight, now would be a very good time to share it!”

With a powerful surge, Minetta launched herself forward, her polearm held ready, her body coiled like a spring. The Verdant Fang’s training grounds were her domain, and the safety of its young was her responsibility. This juvenile griffin, no matter how fearsome, would learn the hard way that the Verdant Fang did not yield its cubs.

Minetta’s crimson eyes track your every move as you begin to walk in a random direction, the word "wife" still hanging in the air, though it no longer sparks the same fiery outrage. Instead, a weary indulgence seems to settle over her features. She shakes her head, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on her lips.

"Just 'wife,' then?" she mutters, more to herself than to you, before pushing off the ground with her polearm. "Fine. As long as you understand it's just a word, Remi. A very, very inaccurate word."

She falls into step beside you, her gait fluid and economical, her polearm held loosely but ready. Her red eyes sweep the immediate surroundings, cataloging the rugged terrain, the distant figures practicing, the imposing cliffs.

"Trying to find something interesting, are we?" she asks, her voice carrying a hint of its former teasing tone. "Just remember, 'interesting' in the Verdant Fang usually involves a bit of grit, a bit of sweat, and a fair amount of danger. Don't come crying to me if you find something too interesting."

She glances at you, a speculative glint in her eyes. "So, where are we heading with this… 'wife-approved' exploration?"