Kintla Flatlands The poison in your cup

Her ears pricked up at the sound of the strangers voice, but soon lowered in caution. She had been right, the wolf was a foreigner for her voice was heavily coated in accent, not one that she had heard around before. Though she could see nothing but the blurred outlines of the scene around her, she could tell the she wolf was smirking. It came to her conclusion that she was a slave to whatever poison the female had given her, the perfect test subject. But if there was a ppision, there had to be an antidote... right? For her sake, she dearly hoped so. The thought of being permanently blind scared her to the bone, no wolf like her could afford to loose such a valuable skill in her life. Especially with all her enemies lurking around her.  

She didn't want to answer the female, but knew she had to if she wanted to get anywhere. "My eyes, their heating up, inflaming" She gasped as a new found feeling reached her. Instantly, she lifted a paw to scratch around her eyes. The scratch only have her moments of blessed relief before she lowered her head to vigorously rub her eyes on her paws and the surrounding area. Whoever this witch was, she would pay, dearly. Now that Nemesis wanted her head, she would stop at nothing to get it. That is, once she could properly see again.