Not once did Warja waver in her pursuit of the trinket. She needed it like she needed oxygen and if necessary, was willing to punt newborns and knock down old farts to keep it in her possession. Once Kismet (seriously?!) stole it from her, she followed it from mouth to mouth until Kismet once again had hold of it.
Seizing the opportunity to sneak in an attack, Warja intercepted Kismet by diving under the nearest wolf and bounding out from under its opposing side. Like Jaws, the lithe fae leaped up and snatched the trinket from the behemoth's mouth and once again took off, whooping victoriously over the fact that this time, she had stolen it from Kismet.
