Otter Creek dark talons grab hold of me

Bone glanced up at a male voice. Several shades of browns and reds covered his fur. His eyes were amber. He informed her that there were several wolves there who would kill her. "Okay." She said dully on a monotone. So? There were several wolves anywhere that would kill anyone. Those kind of wolves could be found commonly dappled through the lands. In fact, two of her pack-mates had been sadists, one being her brother. She was used to being around cruel killers. Cruel and bloody to outsiders, kind and loving to the members of Raven's Peak. It was funny how much their personality changed depending on who they were with. She wondered whether this wolf was a killer. "Would you kill?" She asked him, polite curiosity in her voice, despite the question.