She Screamed Once, Then All Was Silent

Raissa smirked as the obsidian wolf spoke in a deep voice. She made her own voice velvety smooth and dramatic in return, lowering her head and cloaking her firey orange gaze.

"Well, trouble is my specialty, so you are just going to have to deal with it." She purred, the snow falling softly on her silky brown and white pelt. She positioned herself in a way that portrayed seduction and confidence, her ears flicking at the touch of each snowflake.