Blackfoot Forest Furling forests for the soft

Exactly when she plucked his scent out of the air was irrelevant, but by the time she’d stormed right through the fortified weave of wood and sparse leaves and made crashing bodily contact with an absolute giant of a wolf, she knew enough to snap her scrabbling jaws shut. What proceeded happened in the blink of an eye, and had she not recognised him for who he was, they might have locked teeth amid his powerful thrash. Moz kicked herself backwards using the momentum he threw into her just accurately enough to avoid a harsh stumble, then danced to her right with startling finesse. She had grown to well know her strengths and limitations concerning this particular beast.

The bladed strands of her hackles were spiked with what might otherwise have been her attack, but a cheeky smile found its way into her expression and they quickly found their way sleek against her neck and shoulders. You are not above being mistaken for food, she said darkly with turquoise eyes that gleamed in the light of humour. She was quite pleased to have him back in her company, even though he had turned out to be about as far off the menu as any animal could possibly be.

With that, she half-reared and reached to administer a gentle yank of his ear in greeting.