I Will Not Melt

Her jaws gaped, panting for air like a fish out of water. She grunted and groaned, moved each of her limbs in succession to assess the damage done and then sighed; she was battered and bruised, but nothing broken. It was then that a growl echoed in her ears, and the Amenti female shifted, twisting her chin back towards the source of the sound and spying the hostility of a pallid she-wolf who seemed to think the prone frame of Laxago was some sort of threat. "What are you looking at?" she grunted. She couldn't be bothered to move from her position sprawled against the earth's welcoming embrace as the waves lapped gently against her pristine fur, brows furrowing and the cool stare of her emerald glower settled evenly upon the stranger's irritable figure.