Ravensblood Forest monster mash

There was nothing to be done about the rash on her lip. When she finished grooming, she ran her tongue over it, tasting the wound and feeling its rough surface. Junior's brow knitted as she felt an overwhelming self-consciousness come over her. She wanted to turn back and go home. What would Ragnar, Thistle and their brood think of her ugly mug? She couldn't bear to face them.

She sprang down from the stump, her head whipping to her left as her intuition suddenly prickled. Her eyes clapped upon a familiar and unwelcome figure. The youth stared at Caiaphas's leering face, turned away, then upon deciding she didn't like having her back turned to the untrustworthy she-wolf, spun around again.

"What do you want?" she asked, her voice as dry and crisp as the October air.