Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

“Oh thank you, thank you,” whispered Cthulhu into the dirt underfoot, switching upturned eyes between Dagger and the glacier in the background. She began to shake lightly as her broken brain took the reins over her body, but it was nothing life-threatening, a by-product of her imperfect genetics. It was as normal as breathing to her, though it certainly drew the attention of others.

Dagger revealed her social status, causing the strange, scrawny female to grovel even further into the dirt. “It's an honour, Dagger, a true honour! True honour truly...” she trailed off, frowned at the ground, then continued. “This one didn't know there were wolves here, but this one knows now, Dagger, and won't do no harm.” Even though all she could think about was food.

“Perhaps... Perhaps they would make me eat... Something... Not dirt?” she asked quietly, averting her eyes to her paws immediately and flinching as if Dagger had already attempted to cuff her for practically begging.