Raven's Watch Mascara runnin’ down her little Bambi eyes

Her ears slid back to her silver skull art the flutter of ravens above—the ever watchful eyes of the scavengers almost placing an unease on her. Glittering black eyes that harboured judgement—no longer did the she-wolf doubt they watched her every pace… did they report back to the grim brothers and their family?

What was she, cast in their eyes?

Stjournati would have been welcome company, if only for the ease of conversation—but there was a certain sharpness that hitched her breath at the sight of the dark wolf before her, and she watched Solpallur with thoughtful quiet.

Swallowing any doubt she held at what she had come to do, the copper-tipped she-wolf slid forward, her graceful steps near silent as that of a timid doe, despite her best intentions. She did not command presence the way the other wolves of the Keep did—but she would try, if only for this moment that would decide a certain fate within her life.

Her amber eyes were watchful, glittering as they followed the lean muscle of the man before her. And with a brazenness that she most certainly faked, she lifted her muzzle a notch, allowing her tail to flick once through the winter air. “Teach me to fight.”