Blacktail Deer Plateau no nuns. no nuns, none!

coyote, then: not a sick wolf. vesper was fascinated by the creature, hungry to know more about it. but it backed away as phox drew nearer, and her ears flattened at the coyote's words. they were... strange, and the darkling didn't know what to make of it. she felt uncomfortable in her gut, realizing now that what she thought had been a strange wolf maybe didn't have the best of intentions.

but she was still furious at phox's intervention, and she turned burning eyes on him as he scolded her— confirming the feeling that was growing in her gut. at least he recognized that he was not her parent. she remained silent for a moment, then heaved a heavy teenage sigh (accompanied with a roll of her eyes), as she turned to retreat behind him.