Cast me down where the devil don’t go

The words caught Sedna off guard and a lip pulled tight on the edge of a snarl before her nose caught up and her whole body sagged in relief. At least the wolf that had found her smelled of the Armada, and while she wished she could make a better first impression, it was what it was. At least this one seemed normal at first glance too. A black wolf among willows was a more familiar sight to the younger wolf than the stranger would ever know, and her relief would be visible in the sag of her shoulders, tail waving low in submission while silver eyes peeked up from a respectfully dipped head. “It feels like I’ve got the worst flea burden of my life, but I can’t find a single bug anywhere.” She tried to keep the whine of distress from her voice, but by this point it was beyond a joke. There had to be some trigger, and if she could figure out what that was, then she should be able to figure out how to make it stop. “Pangur, I hope I’m not allergic to the grass.” It was a sign of her desperation that she would invoke her father’s god over those of both her mothers.