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

The wolf spoke in kind tones. Thisbe watched Ruenna’s eyes roam her sleek black figure and burned from it. The wolfdog could only imagine that this Redfern was seeking out all the ways that Thisbe was weak, incapable of taking care of herself.

When Ruenna inquired whether Thisbe had journeyed as a Frosthawk, the dark wolfdog shook her head. Dark ears fell to her skull. There was a nervous glance toward the trees, the only place where Thisbe thought she would have a chance at escaping.

Thisbe offered Ruenna another wave of her tail and inched forward with her head held quite low to the ground.