Otatso Wetlands This race is a prophecy.

excuse her but omg I couldn't resist... Hopefully you don't mind me snagging this <3
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Having taken the time to neither get to know nor care about the others in the pack she now resided upon, her knowledge of Njal was barely enough to inform her of his membership. He was as much a ghost as she, a fleeting presence. So when she saw him running that morning, so intent, she wasn't sure why she moved to intercept. Perhaps it was because she had given Mordecai her word to assist, or perhaps it was sheer boredom. Whatever the reasoning, here she was, calling after a stranger.

The curl of her lip was unmistakable, and told how little she thought of him openly. She had hidden her thoughts from Malachi out of necessity, but this wolf brooked no such favor. Perhaps one of the only things she knew of him was that he had a daughter within the glacier. One who, in her opinion, would be better off without a 'father'.

"You are leaving," she called after him, tone unmistakably derisive. "How typical of your kind. Weak, with word and honor that means nothing."