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

She nodde along with the woman's words as she explained herself. A medic. They were helpful in times of need, but being small does not mean you cannot fight as hard as the rest of them. A glimmer of a frown passed over Feyre's ivory face as she spoke, "You and I are of nearly the same size, and I do not find it hard to bring down another in battle." A sharp bark of words followed her emotion. I can certainly hold my own, but she seems to think that wolves of our size cannot. Her thoughts remained unspoken as she glowered lightly at the red wolf. "I consider it to be more about commitment, than inital size..." She finally spoke steadily.