Emberflame Ridge Radiation

"A gambler, then," Warbone surmised of her behavior. There always seemed to be at least a fifty-fifty chance of being attacked when approaching a feeding lone wolf, though through her own admission this seemed to matter little to the blue-eyed raven— a she-wolf intent on taking those chances whenever the opportunity presented itself. "Today must be your lucky day. I have lost my appetite." His eye beheld her a moment longer, perhaps appreciating his first look at a female in some weeks, but the cyclops soon turned to leave her with his catch on the Ridge.