Barking Up the Wrong Tree

Keith came soon after Meldresi arrived, silver eyes blazing hot white in anger. She brushed past him, running her muzzle against him in a brief attempt to sooth him before striding over to the tangled wolfdog. For a brief moment, Meldresi considered blackmail to get this female into her pack. But the priestess reconsidered it the moment she got a better waft of smell. This was a pet. A dog, slave to the Others. She may have a wolf's blood, but she did not have a wolf's intutition, a wolf's instincts. Like not trespassing for example. Meldresi's pack may have been small, but five was more than one.

The priestess snapped by the wolfdog's collar, purposefully aiming more towards her chest to rip a bit at fur and flesh as well as the collar before pulling back and breaking the collar.