Barrow Fields blood and wine

Artemis fixed the wolves with a stare. She simply stopped, spun, and fixed their gaze, listening with one ear of what her friend was saying. She evaluated, pondered. Much as she loathed to split up with her friend, it was perhaps the best option. All the wolves were starved, weak, and had minamal chance of pulling down a moose. A coyote such as herself, however...

She nodded briskly, half listening to Jenabbi's odd mumbles, but not paying much heed to her prayers. "We seperate, friend. Wolves are weak, no food. No catch us. If we together might make easier us catch. We meet at ocean. Yes?" She did not speak hurriedly, but her gaze was still fixed on the two brutes. She brushed against Jenabbi briefly before setting into a loose trot, sending a worried trot back at her friend as she made to put distance between them.