Shadow Mountain A hell within my head

Fear was palpable in the air, yet also squabbles and bickerings. Her lips curled back, releasing a low rumbling growl, her tail flicking in annoyance. Were these wolves really worthy enough? Flicking her ear, she glanced down at the two prisoners and watched as they cowered. Her silhouette was large against the sky, her stance straight, as if she were carved out of stone. Glancing up at the dark woman, she nodded sharply, one blackened soul to the other. They could make this work. If the wolves were worth their weight in meat. But would they have to wait?