The Heartwood Fear's got a hold on me

caiaphas was lucky tuwawi's reserved were quickly depleted -- for too close was the sting of tooth as it grazed her flank and sheared from her pelt tendrils of matted silver fur. she kept at a canter until she heard the wolf stop completely -- unwilling to fall for any sort of trick, she circled the flame-burnished female with a wide berth.

she hadn't expected the savage woman to give up so quickly, but then again, she was not exactly uniquely equipped to know of how deep tuwawi's exhaustion crept. perhaps it was a feint -- a ploy -- caiaphas reeled back for a moment with the tourmaline yellow of her eyes clouded by suspicion.

"why stop?" the witch jeered, a mulish ear pulled back in speculation. "what's wrong?"