Jade Fern Grove 976-EVIL

She ought to have expected the hostility, but it took her aback, nonetheless.

Who the fuck are you?! Lilitu lashed back, pinning her ears. I don't even know where she went. The last I saw of her—and them—that dying guy was trying to tear out my throat.

There was another wolf standing nearby, young and beautiful. Lilitu felt a pang at that visage so perfect (like her own had once been), but set it aside to wallow over later.

I was just trying to help some kids get away from that—that sickness, she insisted, tripping slightly over her words as the emotions of that skirmish hit her in the gut once more. Honestly.