Snowforest Taiga éphémère.

She nodded in thanks to the compliment of her name; more of a think-nothing-of-it

Other wolves may have simply backed away. Other wolves may have pleaded with creatures such as he for their lives, or lashed out in terror. Other wolves were utter fools; and she wasn’t one of them. No, she’d lived through something—something that seemed more lesser when compared to Rakk, as evident on her façade. Something that made her do the only thing she knew:

”You want me?” Her fear was old and new at the same time, and she allowed it to course through her, entwining with her sudden surge of rage. ”Then come and take me, veren.”

And then she ran, streaking like a star, back the way they’d come so far and deftly plowing through the snows.