Qeya River i've been searching for the daughter of the devil

before he could gather himself to leap, the wolf turned, blinking against the whiteness of the snow and the lash of the wind -- she looked up at him, and he bared his teeth before her. the blaze of his yellow eyes caught the plume of her breath; shardul smiled maliciously. he had been seen; that did not mean this small interlude could not continue. the massive cat began to plod down the slope toward the wolf, his tread careful. 


"what wilt thou do now?" shardul growled mockingly, disdaining the insolent lift of her tail.