GLOWING LIKE EMBERS IN HER DYING BREATH

This wolf was impressive; that much could not be denied. She seemed to glow with an aura that reminded Raisa somewhat of herself. It annoyed her to a certain degree, but upon closer consideration she felt it would be somewhat sacrilegious to profane this beautiful landscape with her usual antics. So she slid down slowly, coming to lay like a sphinx just far enough away that she could spring and flee if needed. This wolf was massive, and between that and her scars, Raisa decided maybe this would be the wrong fae to royally piss off. Where's the fun in that, thought? she thought to herself with a smile. "It's marvelous," she said, with a sort of aloof sincerity. Her eyes would not stop roving over the surrounding woods and water. With a smirk the dark, lanky woman returned to the pale giantess. "Is this your home territory? I'll envy you if so, and apologize if I'm trespassing." She had smelled no barriers or markings, but this did not mean there were none. She hadn't paid the sort of attention she usually lent such things. Apparently it was not a night for caution.