Mortar and Stone

They came quite suddenly upon another wolf, causing Raisa to pull up short. Koros was fresh on her heels, and did the same. A small sidestep placed him somewhat behind him, as was their custom. She had taken more blows than she cared to admit, allowing him time to flee. It was ritual now, whenever they came upon a stranger. This dark fae was large, practically of a size with Raisa, and her eyes glowed like green fire. The set of her body did not immediately alarm the fae or her fox companion, but this did not lull her into any sort of easy complacency. Raisa's eyes narrowed in suspicion. "You're on my mountain..." she said simply. It was a statement, not unduly threatening, but nor was it completely friendly. Honestly! She had been her for an entire season, you would think these strange Alacritans would know by now, or at least have the decency to stay away. She restrained an eye roll, and instead looked down to Koros. He seemed more curious than fearful, so she saw no need to attempt running this wolf off. Instead she sat down. Exuding all the Queen's grace she could muster, she leveled the dark wold with a cool stare. "Well, you might as well tell me your name."