Emberwood I realized it's all my fault, but couldn't tell you

The girl smelled of the wilds, and perhaps one other. Guns studied her with gun metal grey eyes. She obviously wasn't pleased to see him, but if she had paid attention to her surroundings, she'd not been caught. She was a bright red wolf.

Gunnar kept on guard. He was old sure, but he also was not one to not fight if he must. Though he loathed the thought of doing so with a child as old as Bjarna or Reverie. And a female to boot.

She moved closer and recognition dawned. He chuffed and shook his head. A wry smile on his face. I see the attitude hasn't gotten better since Sapphique.