Duskfire Glacier if we are always the same

She might have pressed for details on what sort of past it was that Tzila had, but soon the charred woman was in motion. Growls and sharp motions.

Iana could only find it in her to follow suit. A sharp click of teeth as her tail whipped into an arch behind her. She was not much bulk, but she could be quick and pointed. Eager to snip at any delicate skin the coyote left unprotected.