Northstar Vale My Rotten Spirit Of Black

Agana’s expression turned into a frown; now this was getting annoying. She asked nicely and expected to be greeted by the wolf that left the scent. Instead, no one showed up; perhaps they wanted to escape her? Was it a loner then that infiltrated into their borders? The grey female shook her head, and continued.
 
“Покажи свое лицо!” Agana hardly ever used her third language, but when she did, it was out of anger and rage. She snarled, sniffed the air more and ran into the direction of the scent. The grey female was unsure with whom she was dealing with, but it did not matter now. Agana stopped in her tracks, a lot closer to the wolf, and spoke through her teeth. “If you do not come out and state your business, I will not hesitate to attack!” Of course she wouldn’t attack, but he did not need to know that.