[And like always, Blake doesn't budge, even when Adam starts giving her a look that would send even older White Fang members scurrying. It didn't even matter if he stood head and shoulders above her. It helped that all she could see of him was his mask, which added a bit more fuel to her glare.]

[When he agrees, some of the tension drains from her shoulders, but just a little bit. But she'll just keep frowning as long as he wants to. She'll even up the ante and fold her arms.]

[Hmph. They'd have his head? She was the deserter who was choosing to stand beside a member of the Schnee family.]

There's no White Fang here. There's no Schnee Dust Company here either, as a matter of fact. Whatever we have to deal with back home, we're all stuck in this together.