Redsand Canyon yo soy la mala

the st. clairs were largely lupine, and would argue against any claims otherwise — despite their clearly mixed heritage, most obvious in their coats. opinions about the true half-bloods varied, with yanín herself falling on a more extreme end.

she kept her expression heavy and forlorn, refusing to break character despite her inner disgust. the woman which met her at the border was obviously one of them; she had a tail curled high over her back, unnaturally so for a full wolf, and a downy overcoat — surely a burden in this weather.

these thoughts left just as quickly as they came, then yanín was formulating her response. i.., she began, trailing off for both added drama and extra time, mi familia, have you seen them? normally, she spoke without any discernible accent, but that was not the case now.

i ca-.. i can’t find them. i thought that maybe they came through here, but..