Cassiopeia's View Foreign terrain is by far the most treacherous

Semira tensed as the dark wolf growled at her, her own low growl building deep in her chest. She fought her primal urge to pounce on him, and instead tilted her head at his evasion of her question. She found herself surprised and slightly pleased at his short show of humor, but still wary, as his form still oozed confidence and aggression.

She readied herself for her own questioning retort before she paused, flinching back as the dark wolf leapt away. His gaze seemed to be fixated on one point, so she pulled her eyes away from the brute. Her own sharp amber gaze settled on the large cat prowling about the cliff, its unnerving eyes settled on the two of them.

She found herself looking to the male with a slight gleam of fear in her eyes before she steeled her gaze. Do not trust him. The devilish gleam in his eyes affirmed her inner thoughts, but she still looked over to him to see if he would have her back. She flicked her eyes back to the cat, assessing its build to see if she would be able to take it down.

Not one to back down from a challenge, she gave the dark wolf a meaningful look before snarling at the cat. She took careful steps towards the cat, her eyes darting to its soft flesh below is sharp jaw. Her hackles raised with her tail, her form stretching to its full height. She threw a comment back to the other wolf, “Do not screw this up for me Wolf. I do not intend to walk away from this with a missing limb.” Her words sharp and concise.