Verdigris Ravine Wight

The wolf. If she was watching closely, perhaps S'ari noticed the way Candle tensed just for a moment when she heard those words. But she was aware that her prior aggression would have made the others understandably wary, so she quickly relaxed as S'ari approached, and after a few moments reached out herself to tuck her muzzle against her chest.

When she felt she had gathered her nerve enough for the attempt, Candle pulled away to try to speak. She took a deep breath and hummed a little to herself. She could do this, couldn't she? Just one word, just one. Candle frowned with the effort, humming a little more loudly now.

W- ww- olf, Her voice, never more than a whisper, broke off into a low hateful growl. Candle tensed again, and forced herself to relax. She looked at S'ari anxiously. Did she understand now?