Well Beyond Time

A handful of wolves joined them soon after her mother’s call rang out and she could see them practically twitching for a show of blood. A smirk twitched on the edge of her lips. Yes, this was Habari, her pack. Surely they weren’t conventional, and many might consider them harsh, but they were hers, and she knew it would do well to remind them of that.

Her mother spoke, turning to her for her opinion and she locked her bi-colored gaze on Medusa, tail tip twitching behind her lithe frame. ”Well, seeing as she seems to want to wander to her heart’s content, I think we should make it a little harder to do so,” she replied. “It also needs to be something she’ll remember, though…hm…how about we take a couple toes and an eye!” the Cherubim suggested, looking to her mother with a smirk.