Stone Circle a mhaighdean bhan uasal

The spirit - no, she-wolf - was disheveled and in utter disarray, wintery eyes wild as this demon advanced. He was the concept come to life of beckoning, and the way his dead, anxious gaze landed upon her so arrogant and arduous ... for a moment, she thought it might have been another horror, in her younger life.  "I would give myself to ze flames before you could even dream of feasting on me,  diavol!"

But then, one of those colossal stones moved; through the din of Rakk's chidings, she heard the words "border" and "Easthollow", her ears almost deaf to them. The newcomer, presumably one of this enigmatic land, roiled top-heavy and dark like a stormcloud from up on high; his thunderous words as biting as sleet and his behest like that of a monsoon.

Aure flickered away from one threat and right into the presence of the other.

Her breast, in fact, did flutter as she sought to find her breath, and she plainly cowered behind the hocks of this male birthed from the very circle of stone. "Death...is ze last adventure I... am taking," she panted, her whole self trembling with exertion as she breathed in any and every scent, if only to expel Rakk's own, "It will be on... nobody's land or.. by any wolfs' say but my... own."