The Tangle Blame it all on yourself

It wasn’t something sinister haunting the bushes, watching with venom eyes. It wasn’t even a rabbit that she scared away with her snarl.

It was just another wolf. Young, like her, about the same height. Bit more muscle. Pretty, in all the ways Metis had once envied. But she had become a rawboned, whipcord thing, who didn’t care for aesthetics.

Her hackles fell and she picked her head back up, but she remained watchful and wary. The girl let out a tense, short sigh, breath curling visibly from her maw.

It’s fine. Didn’t mean to be an aggressive shithead. She could feel the shift of her bones beneath her skin.

Been a rough time of it recently, that’s all. Hey, are you from around here? Getting a lay of the land had always been first on the docket in new places, and Metis was nothing without the lessons she had learned.