Blackfeather Woods forgive me

She instead met with the enraged, protective jaws of a father. Just after the mother emerged — a pretty, lissome thing with pitch black fur and bright eyes — Lakhesis felt a tingle at the back of her neck, large ears pricking as she sensed danger. It came in the form of a large, brown and tan wolf, barrelling through the trees with bloodied jaws parted. The witch barely had time to react before she was forced to the ground, pinned under the brute's heavy paws.

With a shriek, she fell, hissing and writhing before drawing in a shaky breath, clear with her discomfort with being restrained. Her tail lashed and ears quivered, though she kept a steady gaze trained upon the much larger male, watching a drop of fox's blood slide down his chin. She had been careless.

"I wish to bless them," she said, half-answering the woman's question.