Neverwinter Forest Nobody Like You

The howl was practically unnecessary. She'd been on high alert ever since another Plains cur thought they could fucking waltz right in the fucking front door. To say Kroc was displeased was a vast understatement. She was pissed, livid, and so had doubled her patrols since the morning. So, the growls and snarls had been heard and she'd angled that way, picking up the pace when she picked up the scent of the one who'd taken the chunk out of her shoulder.

Crashing through the trees, Kroc bounded on scene, only to find that the bitch had already been felled. Her ears tipped forward in momentary curiosity, golden eyes switch to wolf that held her loyalty so thoroughly. In this, Kroc knew Tonravik would speak and so, she only asked the simplest of questions. "Are we ready to throw her dumb ass over a cliff or what?" It was basically her way of asking what Tonravik would like her to do, but she had no doubt that her point would get across one way or another.