Rising Sun Valley Frostflame Ridge

The dark wolf's head turned upward as she looked over the mountain, momentarily revealing the entirety of her throat. For a split second Cthulhu stared at that throat, wondering what wolf flesh might taste like. Her ears twitched upward, but before she could act on any impulse she had, the juvenile was looking back at her.

She shuffled to her paws, standing but remaining somewhere beneath the other wolf's level. “Sounds good to this one,” she said in a breathless tone laced with excitement. It had been too long since she'd had a good meal, and it showed in her scrawny figure. Even if what they brought down was barely enough for the both of them, it was more than Cthulhu had had.

She stood a little straighter and twisted back her ears, ready to follow Dagger to wherever she thought the food was.