Totoka River we grew under a bad sun

Like countless times before, the enemy was under her. Her scorched body pinned him to the ground, teeth finding his throat. If she weren't under the command of Constantine and if she had been ordered to kill this wolf, she would've done it. But Constantine did not seem like a man that was out for the blood of a stranger. Disappointing him was something she couldn't let happen.

Leave. Voice muffled by fur and flesh and blood that could be hers or his, she sent out her own command. Her form slightly lifted, ready to pin again should this trust be betrayed, to give him the option to escape.