Deepwood Weald I found peace in your violence

Kusuma's body could do nothing but stare, fear in golden eyes, as the father of her pup- 

Talis.. her throat seized up, staring at the Wolf for a moment. Hackles raised, body in every position to flee. 

Wolf-

Wolfs were bad. She knew it, and she'd been RIGHT. 

Her litter needed nowhere near them. At all. 

Moonpack- 

WOLF EVIL. her yip-yap realization seemed to echo in her ears as she high-tailed it out of there.

Tears in her eyes.