You look tasty

Avacyn rounded on the last two wolves that dared be brave enough—or stupid enough—to stick around after the knocked the wind out of the second one that tried to fight her and sent it skittering back to which it came. However, she didn't get a chance to fight either of them because her maddened brother came roaring up from behind her, ready to murder the last remaining cannibals without a second thought. She saw the panic come over the faces of the pair of them and they yelped as they scrambled back, sprinting off into the darkness to avoid the red and black wolf that was barreling at them.

"Saracyn!" she called, catching him with her paw on his chest to stop him. She knew that he would probably want to chase their would be attackers down, but the last thing she wanted to do was go charging into the darkness after these fuckers. There was no telling what they'd find down in those tunnels. "Come on, lets just get out of here," she insisted, pulling him back toward the entrance and running out toward the sunlight before any of them could get brave again. As soon as they were out in the sunlight she felt like she could breathe again and she slowed to a stop once there was a good bit of distance between them and the tunnel of fuckery.

"Gods, what even the hell was that?!" she muttered as she panted and caught her breath, looking back the way they came with a mix of revolution and confusion. Well, one thing was for certain, surely nothing could be worse or more strange than that for the rest of their trip. She sighed and turned her dark gaze back to Saracyn, looking him over for any injuries. "Are you okay?"

"Avacyn Mendacium"