Raven's Watch ansi lítill hlutur

The sound of footsteps alert the witch to the presence behind her long before the woman moves in to nip her. She whips around, evading the teeth aimed at her leg, her own muzzle dipping to nip at the other wolf's nose, half-warning and half-playful. Her posture remains neutral, tail swishing as she steps back. Hello, There's a certain force behind the greeting, meant to put an end to whatever game the flame-furred stranger wishes to play. She says nothing else, but watches the woman carefully.