Snowforest Taiga New wolf in the forest

The sleeping dragon awoke! Although she would have liked to have smeared more on the woman's lips and nose, it was apparently good enough for now. Evanora was quick to move, ducking and stepping back in one swift movement, narrowly avoiding the clashing teeth that snapped her way angrily. Preparing to flee, the witch was only stopped when the wolf began to sway. The cut off speech pattern was a curious thing and she turned back to eye the creature as she fell over. 

Finally, she could relax. The wiccan proudly stepped forward, watching as the woman wriggled on the ground, growled her threats and the melanistic coyote only stared down at her with a vacant gaze. how goes't thy feeling, wolf? Smokey, sultry vocals slithered forth through the air as she spoke; almost disgusted by the creature below her despite how useful it was being by being a beautiful test subject. 

She leaned over just enough to try and take a look at the pupils of the woman, to see if they were dilated or constricted. From here, she watched the breaths upon her chest, was it quick or slow? Was she to die, the wicked witch wondered... so far, it just looked like some kind of high instead. A trans. But sometimes that too lead to the demise of the individual... all she had to do was wait.