the reaper is not grim

After rolling on the snowy ground, Razorback noted her large imprint there. She did not mind the snow that clung to the edge of her furs, and given more would cling to her as she continued to rub along the ground here and there she did not move to shake it off. Her left ear cupped and rotated at the sound of the others approach, and Razorback swung her head in the direction of Bazi. The wolf before her was sleek and svelte, and the air about her allowed Razorback to know the woman's place. Razorback felt her ears flatten submissively and her body shift from a proud stand to a meek crouch, drinking in the woman's scent. It smelled like the man she had recently met who had accepted her in his ranks. This would be the woman Razorback also would obey.

When the woman had finished speaking, Razorback nodded and introduced herself curtly. Razorback, she introduced, her voice alto in its pitch. Her eyes averted to the woman's forehead, having no interest or desire to challenge her. The tawny being was obedient, to a T.