What is dead may never die

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Semananti couldn't help but hiss as she turned to see a female behind her, but then the female spoke and she barely held her tongue from hissing out a rude remark. "No." That was all that needed to be said, so she said it. She said no for going for a dip and she refused to respond to the question that followed. "Black fur, like Hades." She acknowledged as she backed up further from the wolf. The black fur of Hades had always been an ominous death warning in her belief. While the springs around them were tempting, she knew that that wolf was nothing but trouble.


In truth, it was more of a discrimination. She had traveled with a black wolf before, but that had been a different place under different circumstances. The wolf had been a Huntress of Artemis like Sema, and in the end, that wolf tried to kill her in the end. She knew not who to trust anymore. Her eyes filled with caution as she waited for the black wolf to react. She stayed calm, no sense of anything wandering through her eyes or body expressions. It was now that she had to up up a brick wall.