Barrow Fields fire and life incarnate

Since the birth of her children, she has not left the borders of Drageda. As much as she wanted to keep check on the southern borders and beyond for an additional culprit, she is left unaware. Whatever reports she gets from the others never have any information she can use and she doesn’t particularly like they don’t have anything else. It should be a good thing to have no news but it is more unsettling than anything.

Taking the chance upon herself, she slips from her border patrol (that she didn’t tell @Blixen about), and heads south into the fields. The scent of prey tickles her nose and she licks her lips, saliva pooling in her mouth as she searches for it.

It is not prey she finds first, but foe, and she slows to a stop when she sees the familiar auburn color in the distance. Her head lifts, tail flags over her spine, and a low growl begins to grow. Nearer to her is another, nondescript wolf that she doesn’t find familiar, and then a third seems to come into view. Dark, mercurial gaze lingers on the other’s distinct features a moment longer than the others as a thrill runs down her spine.

Her first interaction with Caiaphas was destined to be nothing less than spectacular.