Silvertip Mountain the victims of ourselves

sorry for delay, busy holiday work is finally through!

Ignoring the mouse that scrambled from the stranger's paws, Tethys' face seemed to scrunch up at Cara's scent. She recognized it, having sought it out in passing. It was one of the packs that lay inland, nestled behind a towering wall of mountains. The Spine wolves. Tethys smiled to herself, head brimming with stereotypes. What wolf pack would cower behind the protection of rock? Why not brave the tossing of the sea, train their bodies against the constant tumult of waves? The Nereides would show her just what a water wolf was capable of.

Vaulting herself up onto the boulder of which she had hid behind, Tethys gave herself a commanding view whilst revealing her position. But for her perch on the rock, Tethys used her momentum to spring herself with her back legs, straight at the approaching female.