Tormented Tarns Unwelcoming welcome

There was a long moment, where the two wolves regarded each other in guarded silence. Sarah had no idea, what went on in the black-clad she-wolf's mind, but her own mind was making wagers of, whether this wolf would make the third attempt on her life. Having survived two fights already, she would not take another assault lying down in submission, but she also realized that, should there be violence, it would be her final time in the ring. She was too under the weather. Too tired to defend herself for long.

Then the moment was gone, the attack had not taken place and Sarah's dead body had not been left floating in the bog for crows to feast on. Without saying a word the other female moved past her and was on her way again. "It's a hostile land over there," she finally called out to her, thinking that the stranger deserved at least one favour from her, that of an advice.