Listen as the wind blows

Ah, simply a matter of perspective, then. Viatrix could appreciate Jace's view as well, and had she known they could drop their tails previously, she might have subscribed to the same belief. It made sense. Either way, the lizard had evaded the wolf's jaws, which meant she would soon need to return to the hunt. She would not come out of this day empty-handed.

When asked if she came from "this place", which she took to mean the valley around the mountain, Viatrix shook her head. She lowered her nose to sniff tentatively at the blood that had soaked into the sparse soil. “I come from a mountain like this, but it is far from here,” said the dark-haired bitch, who had began to take tentative steps along the lizard's trail, hoping it would lead her to more prey. She was slow enough to allow Jace the opportunity to accompany her (or not), but should he refuse, she would swiftly depart without a second thought.