Hoshor Plains I never met someone like you

In her gaze over the territories exapanse the sight of a tail weaving above the grass instinctively pulled a growl from her throat. She fixed her eyes to the movement, body growing tense.

As muscles moved for Pala to stand she felt the sting of a cut on her shoulder; large and scabbing, a souvenir from Chaudry. There were more, yes, but this one she was sure would scar. Pup's squirming around her legs and barking up at her, she hoped that if this stranger planned to bite it would not be quite so hard.