Bramblepoint The Last Adventure

Potema was relieved that the wolf gave her an apology, nonverbal as it was, in response to her snort. Serves her right for being so damnedly rude. But, she could never blame those wolves for what they do. It was hard to miss her wound, especially with the track of red leading from her chin to the bottom of her eye. Potema relished this small moment of superiority, then bid the woman farewell. Safe travels then, Malice Lanius. She said, quickly slipping off into the brambles in search of more herbs.