Haunted Wood you're the first and last of your kind

the man that answers the boys call towers over not only both of them, but she assumes any other adult wolf. his scent is that of rust and earth and blood, thick and overpowering, and for a moment, she has to glance to Vlaour to make sure it is not only her that sees the man. this, she thinks, is what Sithis must look like, if given a body. she can't be bothered to react all that much; it is merely another blow. 

it's Valour's introduction that has her sharpen, reminding her distinctly of Rowan and the ravine. "I'm Hela. I can fight." she tilts her chin up to regard him, attempting to mold her features into the same face her mother wore when teaching them to fight. she's already regretting this, all of this, but not once has she backed down, and to do so now feels starkly wrong.