Dragoncrest Cliffs My heart in its winter chill

The boy does not seem to take the answer she has given, pressing forward into a wolf more than twice his size. Her eyes narrow, holding him in place as he sniffs closer while a flash of while peer through her lips when she lifts them. Her tail lashes once and she gives him a short growl in warning, followed by a quick snap of her teeth at the tip of his nose. Sirio has never been one she’s been fond of and it only remains a distance as he continues to pester her. Whether or not he is Dio’s child means little if he cannot respect their commander and Thuringwethil’s intent is to nip it to an end sooner rather than later.