Redhawk Caldera A morning of hunting rabbits and hares

As the other backpedaled, Shego's once peaceful countenance rippled into one of outrage. Hateful eyes glowered at Wildfire, the deceptive wretch who was lured by song but frightened by request. And then another wolf came along, oddly colored. Telling her to go.

Shego's eyes did not move from Wildfire, however. She began to step away, obedient, but her eyes... they held hungrily to the growing girl, but without any desperation.

"Fear is near and it never escapes,
may it cling to your heart for as long as it takes

And when you are sick with it that you wish not to wake,
Look over your shoulder and call to the Fates."

A manic laugh bubbled from her throat as she finished her curse.

She wanted Wildfire to call to her, to wish for her presence; this curse, if effective, would do just that. As she hobbled backward, she tore her own flesh and spit her blood and fur from her lips; an offering to her Gods, and then, Shego was off, breaking eye contact with the cub.