Fox's Glade hi welcome to dennys

Her growl did nothing to discourage him. The Priest padded in a circle around her, expression turned patient and watchful. Oh, how she had grown. Her scars did nothing to hide her beauty—the daughter of Rhaesuial nothing if not magnificently...disappointing. She had managed to find herself all the way out here—with savages.

The Huntsmanheard himself scoff. It was no matter. He wasn't here to judge her vain, desperate escape from the likes of he... The wolf watched her tremble, a dull satisfaction echoing within his belly. He could finally complete the task he was given long ago...

And with that thought, he lept. His maw opened wide as he crashed his body into hers, snapping his teeth to gain access to anything. Her ears, her muzzle, her flank...or, her neck, if the gods graced him on this blessed day.