Honeyed Pasture inviting the monsters

Finally, the golden creature spotted her. Her gaze steadily held upon his, she watched with deep satisfaction as she saw a flicker of fear illuminate the dark irises. Even a might wolf could strike fear into a prey god! Taking time to answer, she watched the curve of the equine's neck elongate, the narrow opening of the mouth widen.

Immediately, she recoiled, pulling back slightly - teats still suck to the ground - and pinning her ears. The sound the creature made was awful! She had never heard such a horrifying, grating, blood curdling call in her life! Her heart hammered, and she squeezed her eyes shut, willing silence back into the world.

But then she remembered; she was the predator. Not only that, but she was a mighty mountain wolf, daughter of the demi god Zeus! How could she sully his lineage with such foolish behaviour? Mustering all her strength, she stood, drawing herself upward, and filling her lungs deeply with air. "Enough!" Her barked command boomed across the empty field, eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Are gods of prey truly as foolish as their earthly counterparts?" She snapped, more annoyed than she was angry. Despite her harsh tone, the pale wolf stood in a calm manner, bold, yet without a single hair along her hackles raised.