Barrow Fields blood and wine

"They've seen us," Jenabbi said quietly to her companion, her ears flickering nervously. Should they run? It might provoke them into giving chase when they might otherwise give her up as a bad job. Oh, protect us, Cat. Deliver us, Calf. Get us through this safely, she prayed, leaning down to touch her nose to the little coyote's head. Maybe in comfort, but maybe in farewell. She didn't know. "Run or walk?" she asked, unsure how best to protect her new friend.

She could see the hungry blue of their eyes glinting from across field. Even if they could not yet make a meal out of her, there was no garuntee the same would be true of her friend. If they attacked, Jenabbi could see no way for both of them to come out unscathed. She had half a mind to try and send Artemis away, and distract them with her tantalizing rump. "Maybe you should slip away, and when you're out of sight, I'll try and outrun them?"

Maybe they were too hungry to follow her very far. Maybe they were too hungry to let her escape. "Cat and Calf, deliver us," she prayed, knowing that she would be heard by her deity. Still, while the Cat and Calf was merciful and fair in His ways, Jenabbi knew He looked after all creatures - wolves included.