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

The wolf's pursuit is enough to scare the cat and Thuringwethil sloppily swings her head to see the last bit of his presence. The hiss makes her skin crawl and for a few seconds she doesn't expect him to run but he hits the ground enough that she feels it, flinches, and he disappears before she can make much of the connection. Her head throbs and she's shaky, taking the time between his departure and Goliath's approach she stand once more. Her limbs feel weak, still shaken, but in the face of her subordinate she steels herself and takes a few hesitant steps forward. When they are sure the feline is gone, they return, slowly, to the mountain.