Duck Lake You're qualified to fix a chair.

Setting this before her name change.

Soon-to-be-Kova departed Cicero's company in a hurry, cursing herself for being so easily manipulated. She hadn't walked far when a second wolf came into view - this one just as black, laying dead (or at least very still) at the edge of a large, frozen lake.

She should have skirted around the body and taken a different route south, but Sesi was curious to know what a Shadow Wolf felt like to the touch. They looked real enough - the fur on Nemesis' ruff fluttered in the breeze just as any other fur would. Would it be like putting her paw through mist, or water?

The grass crunched underfoot as Sesi crept closer, hunkered down so low that the hairs on her belly skimmed the ground.