Firefly Glen Knock knock! Who's there? Anxiety!

The hybrid watched with silent relief as the wolf trotted away, disappearing into the distance. She hated interrogations, especially when the interrogator was faced with the realization that the one they were trying to get information won't - can't - talk. With a quiet sigh, the hybrid picked herself up and headed north and east, away from the direction of the intimidating wolf and her mountain.