Stavanger Bay i.vii : who was fitted with collar and chain

She jumped, startled, back arching and fur bristling at the sudden sound. Damn it. Not sneaky enough.

Maegi turned to fix her mismatched gaze on the big brown man, who reminded her of Komodo, in a way. Don't worry, I'm just passing through, she said, affecting a casual tone. In reality, her heart hammered in her throat. She knew what packs did to trespassers; moreover, she agreed with the concept of retribution.

If this wolf was out for blood, she would surely shed it. This whole trip had been a huge mistake.