Totoka River let it spill quietly from your hands

by the time wednesday was nearly upon her, caiaphas caught the unmistakable scent of the very wolf she had been tracking. her hackles flared and a venomous snarl spat forth from her wrinkled muzzle as wednesday lurched close -- spittle flew and her ears flew forward in dominant assertion. "you're with ferahgo." she spat, her tail curling above her narrow hips as she eyed the wolf with clear suspicion. but it appeared the wolf was not slowing -- and caiaphas was not about to allow her to come into contact. "you're injured - back down or you'll be worse off." she pulled away from the wolf, trotting loftily in a circle to avoid contact as she drew closer.