Dawnlark Plains pause for paws

A small part of her hoped that she was going to leave without a fight, but she should have known that it was a hopeless thought. The Swiftcurrent wolf lunged first, his fangs tearing into her side. The priestess went limp, not resisting the wolf as he pulled her towards him, wincing at the pain but keeping her mouth shut. She kept her eyes on the male but knew that at least one of the girls that helped corner her was at her back, trapping her with the male. Meldresi was lucky, at least, that the other two wolves didn't attack, though she predicted that fighting back against the Swiftcurrent male would bring her into that painful situation. For now she stood there, resolute, determined to let this wolf take his revenge, if it meant preventing anymore conflict from a pack that no longer existed.