Moonspear aperitif

OOF! I rolled on the Discord and got 4/15

The creature that came tearing from the woods after her was one she ought to have recognized. In the heat of the moment there was a blur of red-brown fur and the cacophonous assault of snarling; for someone accustomed to the silence of winter it was a lot to handle. Stryx reacted by picking up her pace — not that it would help much — as soon enough the wolf was pouncing after her.

Stryx was no warrior. She prided herself in being passive where appropriate; but she was also a wolf, and any lone wolf had to know the basics to survive. She immediately tucked her tail and tried to scamper from the stranger's reach — the fur along her nape prickling, her head bowed and then snaking around as she turned to face the oncoming danger, trying to get at least a glimpse.

It was jarring to see the grown version of that little red cub coming after her. Hadn't Stryx left them in the mountains? Hadn't she been placed on the literal doorstep of a thriving pack? How had she ended up here — ???

The snap of teeth too-close-for-comfort warded Stryx away from any conversation; she about-faced and lunged through the snow in an attempt to run.