Emberwood today we will survive

Nara asked what she saw, and she answered curtly at a murmur, A wolf's head. Theia's eyes were unmoving from the pair even while she spoke. They were soon spotted. Shit. Running meant they could give chase, so Theia kept herself rooted in place, stiff as a statue.

I promise I won't hurt you. Theia wanted to scoff at that. She would not be fooled so easily—not by a woman standing right next to the severed head of one of their own kind. Not after just getting ambushed the other day. She felt a dark aura around both of them that screamed danger. Their faux smiles only unnerved her, especially when the woman took steps towards her. Don't see a severed head every day, hmm? She asked conversationally.

Who are you? Theia asked, voice sounding more like a command as she cut to the chase. She kept her tail parallel to the ground, refusing to shrink back, though not wanting to start a fight.