Miaren stands in front of her two companions, partly crouched as if surprised by and suspicious of the newcomers.  Naturally, only one of those was true.  She eyed the other women warily - her supposed equals - but more of her actual attention was on Adamion.<br/><br/><em>If I'm going to be a hound, I might as well play the part properly,</em>she thinks, curling a lip in a feigned snarl.<em>I'll defend those I'm loyal to, at any rate.</em>