Whitefish River if the men find out we can shapeshift, they’re going to tell the church

ahhh so sorry for the super late reply !!

saarthal didn't even try to conceal it anymore. she rolled her eyes, lips twisting into some derisive grimace. "so you say," the roman gritted her teeth, but was abruptly cut off by mallaidh's sudden touch and the almost panicked way the words spilled from her mouth. saarth took a deep breath, collecting herself and her wayward emotions. nobody needed one of her infamous temper tantrums right now. 

"you can't control anything...okay, well, most things, at least. losing control is scary but - this is not something you can control, mallaidh. wolves are, in the end, their own creatures, with their own minds and - i don't know, sometimes, you can't even control yourself so-" saarthal shrugged helplessly. nothing she was saying seemed to be making any sense, or helping the situation. "i don't know."

i'm really fucking tired. "what's 'it'? what's coming?"