Two Rivers Isle to be silent out of spite

Bite, she ordered in an alien voice that alluded to the disservice she had done to her own voice over the course of her young life; but Darcia didn't pause to think about how the unfit tone had came to be from such a small, surprisingly gamine creature. Instead, he concentrated on her sly movements, as the warwolf's upbringing dictated that he should. Weathered and scarred by numerous combatants, the wolf formerly known as Grievous did not allow her to find any advantage of him. As she attempted to circle him, his front side followed— his gold-coin eyes glimmering excitedly as a tendril of saliva fell from his now parted lips. She had commanded him, and he would not disappoint her.

The two-toned monolith lept for her again, this time jaws wide to ungently receive her scruff if he could catch the fleet girl in his roughhouse.