Sequoia Coast how many centuries deep is your wound?

She catches wolf instead of bird and tightens her hold even through the bite of her shoulder. It’s over a scar healed from another Blackfeather wolf. All of her weight is thrown forward into her grasp and she does not let go even to readjust should the other snake away in a matter of seconds. This time, whatever voodoo lay in that forest isn’t going to stop her. Cicero may have gotten out of her grasp then, but this wolf will not. It is not a surprise they know where they are now, given their neighbors, and maybe…

Thuringwethil shakes her head, using her force to get him on the ground. She could let go and snap at other various parts of his body but all she wants in that moment is submission. She ignores the words and the tug at the side of her neck as he tries to get close once more. In an attempt to keep herself safe, her throat out of reach, she finally lets go and slams all she has to shove him into the ground.