Ravensblood Forest take a look at your foot, does it fit in this shoe?

Raleska cast a glance past the spearing figure of a male, wondering if other wolves lurked in the shadows. The color of his fur had kept him revealed until it was too late -- in a fit of paranoia, Raleska entertained the lofty (and frankly ridiculous) idea maybe he worked for the Dragedans..

Her attention snapped back to the male, who revealed himself as Behemoth. A fitting name, for he dwarfed her, and she was not a small wolf (she had her father Kierkegaard to thank for that). It never occurred to Raleska to lie, though later she could admit she might have been better off obscuring her name in case everyone worked for the cur-furred Dragedans. "Raleska. I was sleeping." She answered dismissively, but then adjusted her tone -- for she realized she had come off as quite offputting when he had, thus far, been trying to smooth what was a frazzled situation. "Why are you out so late?"