Emberflame Ridge Whatever you wish for, you keep

she moved like she rode a golden chariot. quick footed and alerted. if not by the child then by muskrat herself. she was quick, she was pointed.

her jaws ached for violence! ached for purpose!

if her heart had been able, it might have felt pride to see the child put up a fight. instead she is only focused on doling out a retaliation to the stranger for thinking their own could be attacked.