Sawtooth Spire They want me to go eat some worms

Her humming cut off abruptly and she jerked to a halt when someone appeared from a nearby tree line and greeted her. Quell's jaw fell slack enough that the trapped fish nearly slid out of her grasp. At the last possible second, she clenched her teeth, a little too hard. The coppery taste of blood filled her mouth and the fish ceased its movements.

She lowered her head and plopped the freshly dead prey at her feet, then righted herself and gazed at the stranger. Rather than answering his question, Q said, "Wow, you are beautiful." She had met wolves with reddish brown coloration before, usually on their points, but never before had she seen a wolf with a pelt like a fiery sunset.