Phantom Hollow Out of the Frying-Pan into the Fire

Verx tilted his head in confusion as the boy reacted, well, not so well to his greeting. Um, okay, he responded, chuckling. Still, he understood too well the signs of an animal backed into a corner, and so he kept his distance, eyes trained casually on the other wolf. Didn't mean to frighten you or anything. Sorry.

He snorted, tail swishing behind him. No hard feelings about the last time I saw you, he added, clearly jesting. Obviously that bitch was crazy. Is crazy. God, I hope she's not still fucking walking around. Had she gone back to Rusalka? There was no way in hell those Easthollow wolves would hesitate to rip her apart after what she'd done.

But if she had gotten away. . .