Jade Fern Grove After the war I went back to New York

She was making her uncomfortable. It was clear, she was nervous. The woman was attempting to hold a dominant stance, one that was only matched with Kelina's own. "Mind telling me where he is, sweet?" She smirked, giving a flick of her tail. "Is he... well? I can smell him on your fur." She added, gesturing toward the honey-coloured pelt of the she-wolf. "What are you to him?" Kelina questioned, wondering briefly whether this was a lover of his. The stranger was, quite apparently, defensive when it came to Horosk. Or, in this instance, anyway.

The dark fae wanted answers. And she was determind to get them. Even if it had to be by force.