Blackfeather Woods meet me on the battlefield, even on the darkest night

The dark wolf doesn’t do anything other than lower to the ground. Even on his belly, and at her level, he still seems big, but at the same time he doesn’t. Something so large is able to make themselves smaller and an unsettling feeling disrupts her stomach. Qilaq releases a heavy breath and a large gulp but none of it really makes her feel any more comfortable. Even when the other speaks, she doesn’t look directly at him for more.

Qilaq mumbles something beneath her breath in puppy gibberish that she only understands before she takes another step back, now standing half in shadows and half in the moonlight.