Haunted Wood You think you know somebody

She did not hear the lumbering of the two younger wolves after her howl, making a grin cross over her maw. Good thing these wolves had brains, or else they would be dead. She looked out over the trees, seeing Grimnir's form approaching. There was no time to greet him. There was one thing on her mind: kill the Redhawk trespassers.

 Lusa darted back in the opposite direction, saliva flying from her mouth and eyes icy cold. Her small barks and loud growls rumbled through the air and intensified when she saw the two falling back. Her speed rose, eyes locked on the two with intentions to kill.