Phoenix Maplewood bad chick

She tried her best to remain neutral and passive, though there was a stiffness to her form that spoiled the illusion. She was a large wolf made all the more bulky due to her thick pelt. Big-boned, she swore, as she was trained in the ways of a warrior but had let all of that muscle fade as she'd taken on a lighter trade. She was a burly thing with no patience for children and a gruffness to her demeanor that was only emphasized by the sturdy weight of her gaze upon the whelp.

Citali snorted. The heavy exhale fled through her nose as she examined the submissive child closely. She was covered in scratches. Nicks and little things that would all heal in due time. The girl had been lucky, all things considered, but Citali couldn't help but wonder if things might have been better if she'd perished in the jaws of a stranger. Still... somehow the pup was alive which meant some ethereal something was smiling upon her. For now, perhaps. For now.

She took a heavy step forward and slipped past the girl. Her gaze turned downward as she ambled by before she turned her eyes towards the coiling clouds of mist. "Come," she said. A single word with all the meaning that needed to pass between them. Surly she was old enough to understand what that single word meant? If not? Oh well. The brown wolf disappeared into the veil of fog leaving the choice of whether or not to follow to the coy-pup.