The Bracken Woods this body is a natural disaster

Theia had been perched on a large, jagged rock to take a rest, crossed forelegs and lengthy tail dangling off the edge. She enjoyed how being up high made her feel powerful. Perhaps she could spot something to eat from up here, she thought. Her musings were interrupted when she spotted a pure-white figure passing by, only mildly disappointed to realize it was a wolf. She couldn't eat him, but there was far more to do with a wolf, anyway.

At the sight of him preening himself, she called, Don't worry, you're still handsome, Theia's dark lips tugged into a toothy grin.