Amidst the Crash of Worlds

She let out a noncommittal huff at his words. It wasn’t that long ago that one of those arctic dires had attacked her in the woods near her pack. That…. had almost gone badly for her. Would she have killed that wolf, if she had been able? Maybe. There was another wolf she would kill, if she ever got her paws on him. She suppressed a shudder, turning her attention back on the strange murderer before her.

My! He had quite a tongue on him, his roguish words dancing alone, as through her own input was no matter. Teasing her for watching him. Turning it around, as through it was not he who had murdered a wolf that was in the wrong. But her, the stalker along the bank for watching.

She was still on edge. The body was long gone from view now, but it had happened. He was a male, dangerous, charming. She was weary about getting too close. Letting him see the weakness in her eyes and heart when that fear jumped out at her. She thought longingly of Alastor, she had begun to feel almost… safe, in his presence. She did not feel safe now. It was licking the after effects of lightning, her body felt tense and alive. “Only on the ones that make a show of themselves” she said dryly, cautiously seating her rump on the ground. Not going closer, not getting further away. She knew a little something about predators. A sense was telling her he was the kind of wolf that would enjoy the chase.

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