Two Eyes Cenote what you expect from me when you're disrespectin' me?

“You will come no further.”

Her voice is stern and amber eyes sharp; an approximation of the soldiers she’s seen wear to good advantage. But the figure veiled in shadow remains inscrutable, only his smell pervades her nose in the desecration of their hallowed temple.

She stands unyielding, as small as she is. It is her duty to protect the people here, and he would know this is claimed territory by the marks of wolf-kind. She could only pray he would not take notice of the quiver in her legs nor the scent of masked fear.