Moonstone Quarry All the world will be your enemy

Pallas watched quietly as the wolf pulled herself from the pool and shook, sending small droplets splattering on the smooth flowstone beneath her feet. Pallas' ears pricked forward and she thought she detected a snarl. What? Her expression grew offended: this thing was snarling at her? Her hackles rose instantly and she whirled to face the wolf, stifflegged with her tail raised and her upper lip curled into a derisive growl. She wasn't about to attack this silvery female, but she wasn't about to tolerate any attitude either.