Emberwood today we will survive

Theia ground her teeth together with narrowed eyes at the demeaning tone of the witch before her. The Nightstalker and The Skullchaser. What dark titles they held. From the scents on their pelt, it didn't seem like they had a pack. What did they mean? What was their purpose? Whatever it was, it felt like a dark, foreboding one.

To answer The Nightstalker's question, Theia said boldly, I am Theia Argryis. Her voice held immeasurable confidence, and she held her head up high with hard, ice-cold eyes. She did not trust them, and there was a healthy amount of fear she felt towards them. However, she refused to cower and would fight if she had to.

What do you want from us, and why do you have a wolf's head? She asked, wanting to know more about them, more about their purpose. They seemed eager to explain.