Redhawk Caldera Like a fallen star, or the voice of divine

The dark wolfdog had not been paying close enough attention. Thisbe had not noticed the approaching shape of a wolf until it was much too late for her to turn and flee. The shadow regarded the limp with a curious tilt of her head and a sharp narrowing of her eyes.

Thisbe wondered if her knowledge of herbs was enough to heal something like that.

Amber eyes trailed the shape of the wolf searchingly. They were so much larger than Pyramus, even her father. Thisbe offered a nervous waver of her tail to the stranger. The length of her muzzle dipped downward.