Grouse Thicket Man on the moon

Kinvara cocked a brow at the white wolf across from them, presenting her with the same challenge. Step forward and face death or at least injury. She had been to Hell and back and a scrawny  female didn't frighten her, nor did her companions.

She glanced at Zaavier as his leg appeared in her line of sight, nodding silently to the command. The former slave would keep her violence out of the delegations. Feeling Thea place a paw on her back as the meeting came to a close, she backed up with a glance over the three as they left.

Muttering in Latin beneath her breath, Kinvara turned and stalked off with ears flat against her head.