Northstar Vale -- too vicious to tell

Genie spent these days more or less alone which, perhaps, had been an incredibly bad idea. It gave her more time to think and dwell and wallow in her thoughts and whenever that happened, bad things happened. Nightmares came more frequently and she found herself losing more and more sleep as each day passed. Still, she did her work. She patrolled, hunted, improved and tended to her new herb garden. But with each day. Genie grew more and more reclusive, effectively retreating into her shell.

Genie didn't want Rannoch to think she was slacking, because, well, she wasn't. She was still working — a bit too hard, maybe — just, not talking. The sprite sucked in a sharp breath and trudged forward doggedly. Then, all of a sudden, she was on her back, pain radiating sharply through her body.

What. The. Fuck?

Blinking rapidly, her gaze lifted and landed on a decidedly unfamiliar beast of a wolf.