This Is Bad

Elphaba was lounging lazily when the scream of a howl tore through the air like a sickening crack, snapping her away from her private musings. Without hesitation the dame set off at a gallop. Her elongated limbs carrying her wiry torso at a quick pace. Golden eyes hardened to topaz, emotions fell from her face like summer rain and her countenance became something of serious coldness, a cry like that had not reached her ears in quite some time. Something was wrong.

She approached the area and hid in the shadows, catching the vast majority of the explanation, the only other wolf attending was Gerhardt himself as the stranger, at least to her, explained. His scent told her he was Seracian as did his words, and only when he had finished did her bodice slither forward. Her gaze shifting between the two wolves, before she settled on the one with information, eyes narrowing only slightly. In a voice devoid of any and all emotion she would speak softly. "Can you take us there?" If what the gent said was true, Elphaba would have no problem fighting for this woman, she had been bullied for the past majority of her life, she didn't tolerate it anymore.

Speech!