Barking Up the Wrong Tree

Meldresi's head rose from the undergrowth, herbs in her jaws, ears pricked to listen to the cries of help emanating from the woods. Not outside of the borders, but in the dark forest itself. And it was not a voice she recognized.

Creating a shallow crevice in the dirt and tossing her herbs in, Meldresi went towards the voice, staying in the shadows cautiously. There was no real need for it, for the owner of the voice was a dog. A half breed, on further inspection, though it was hard to tell that.

Parting from the shadows, the priestess held her tail high, eyeing the wolf-dog with a mixture of disdain, aggression, and indignacy. "Why should I help anyone who has trespassed on my territory?" She spoke gently, but the growl in her voice was largely evident. The priestess had half a mind to call Bane and Slade to rip this fool to pieces.