Fox's Glade Impulse

Cal came toward her- at least he was obedient.  It when the bear-wolf spoke again, Æsilfír’s hackles lifted and she snarled a sudden, vicious warning in disgust. ”Sick mutant,” She hissed under her breath, before she brushed her shoulder up against Valravn’s and picked up a lope. 

She glanced over one shoulder after several paces- checking to make sure that Valravn was following and that Bernadette was not.