Sequoia Coast born into cruelty and crooked form

Had he just --?

Raleska's ears pulled back. Her shoulders rounded. Her head raised and eyes hardened -- had he mentioned her home?

Oh, she disliked this immensely. For you see, now he had something on her -- he knew more than her -- and if there was one thing Raleska hated with a vehement passion, it was being outdrawn.

She remained stiffened, assessing his figure now as if he were an enemy. And in her eyes, why wasn't he? Only wolves with business knowing of Rusalka were Drageda or worse. Her tryst with Dacio was forgotten immediately in the face of her tenuous survival -- she would do anything, kill anything if it meant staying alive.

"Who is asking?" She replied gruffly, feeling a chill douse her from skull to end of her tail.