You simply... appeared, here?Ice-cold eyes narrowed, her lips thinned in confusion. Can someone do that? Merely shift into existence?
Was that how she'd ended up here? A shudder ran down Koyuki's spine, and she lowered her head in suspicion. 'You one of them? You smell like you belong to whoever has claimed this place.'
What would she say in response? She was not born, nor was she indoctrinated into any packs. Fable had fed her and offered shelter at her weakest... nothing beyond that. Still, the dutiful woman had taken it upon herself to patrol the lands and scout the borders as if they were her own. And now, here she was, confronting a stranger as though the wolves of Avon were of her own.
Momentarily, she shut her eyes. Her brows furrowed into a small scowl before she reopened her gaze and fixed it upon Braeburn.
I suppose I am.At least, for the time being. Her long, feather-like tail swept against her hindquarters.
