Cricket Creek Bog Now I'm a ghost, I call your name, you look right through me

Feyre paused, taking in the fae's scars. It was impressive, in a sad way, to see such multitude on a young wolf like herself. She prided herself in missing harmful swipes as those, she just did not fare as well with giving them.

She tilted her head at the other wolf. Not suited? All wolves can fight, she makes it seem as if we are cruel. Her mood darkend slightly. "Well than how long have you been alone? Because if you can't fight, then how do you fend off creatures that will snap wolves our size in two?" She motioned between herself and the fae. She nodde slightly at the femme when she declared she would be better off somewhere else. Jhala probably wouldn't be pleased with her fighting skills anyways. Her thoughts drew a pitying frown upon her face. "Your welcome for the information...I guess." She now wondered what the wolf was doing in the bog.