Dragoncrest Cliffs adjassou-linguetor

Perhaps Lucette was not a reasonable wolf.

There was only delight in her, delight for the dark and unknown corners of the world into which she would always delve with gleeful abandon. Still she pressed her flank reassuringly to her twin's. Lafayette, perhaps, was the piece of her which truly walked the waking world. His mortality, then, was hers to keep; hers to guard.

That didn't mean she would hold herself back, however.

After a moment she leapt forward with a high, wild shriek, darting into the cave like some feral creature come to wrest it violently from its inhabitants.