Seaside Moors tides

The woman fell silent for a beat that stretched on for a moment too long, and Ruvik realised quite quickly the mistake he had made by so boldly repeating his question. In an instant she swept closer, fearsome despite her diminutive size - and state, he realised, noticing the bulge of her sides. Though his eyes hastily went from them to the flash of the Rusalkan wolf's teeth, and he skittered backwards as his ears disappeared against the fur of his ruff.

Her threat had been enough to wither away whatever modicum of confidence he had gathered. Whether it be by her own fang or an entire pack's worth, he knew as well as she that he could be slain on the spot should she wish it. "Sorr-so-s..." he attempted in response, but words failed him. All he saw was the burning gold of one of her eyes, the cream of her coat that looked so suspiciously like a certain feline's own.

With his heart in his throat, Ruvik nearly fell over himself as he spun and sprinted from the territory, not daring to once look back.