Fox's Glade wasn't expecting that

She paused, one paw hovering mid-air as she went to take another step forward. The other girl's anxiety was palpable and she noted it, retreating a pace back again with a nod. She did not know if the young cub could run fast or far with only three limbs. Had she practiced? She looked worse for wear, faring no better than Lakhesis herself surviving alone. Unless the coyote had a family. They travelled in packs too, didn't they? The thought caused the witch to look around, alert, though she could not detect any others nearby.

Eyes flared a moment in surprise before softening at the cub's explanation, and Lakhesis fell into a sit, tail sweeping around her paws as she listened. What a feat that was, to chew through one's own limb! Interest growing, the witch tilted her head, a look of feigned sympathy crossing her features. "Wolves can be mean," she stated, aware that she herself was a wolf. At least, only physically. "They take what is not theirs, what they are not allowed." Only the Fates could decide.

She motioned to the girl's missing leg. "You are very brave."