All hail the Glow Cloud

Silverfeather stood, stuned, by the wolfs answer. Then exactly what he had said sunk in, and her rage increased. With a snarl, she lunged at the wolf, instinct driving her teeth toward his neck. Her claws propelled her across the wolfs back, and she could feel them digging into his hide. The scent of blood drove her on, she would not stop until this idiot was dead.