The Bracken Woods the end of the world was quiet

a wolf appeared, and memnoch stared not at her, but the serpent who rested around her neck. "evil," he mumbled, teeth flaring defiantly in the direction of the larger predator. with a scarcity of meat to be found, the little prophet was not unaware that he could come to a violent end, but if that be the will of the star, then so be it.
"the star above, lass," memnoch spat. "it sees all, and those within its light can be no fool." making no move to approach her, the fox neverthless scowled openly at her unseemly companion. "that is a blasphemy!" he thundered, voice quaking with rage. "you are no more than an idolator! may you be consumed."