Seaside Moors with cankered peace to part your cankered hate

Her warnings did not work; her submission did not appease. The stranger continued to march toward her, seeming more malignant now than he had before. Sif shifted nervously from foot to foot, not wanting to move to the next step of this process. But Fen's voice was whispering soft words of encouragement in her ear, and the stranger's words sent a spike of hot anger through the girl's chest.

She charged forward several yards, barking visciously. Her ears pressed forward in agression, now, and her tail stood out from her body in a straight, puffed-out line. The rdige of fur along her spine was almost comically stiff as she stopped a few yards short of the male, teeth bared and body wound tight.