It disgusts her. It feels like some strange similarity to her childhood- she remembers glimpses of caribou so vast on the winter plain, and they are here, too. Elephant seals, sinking tusk into each other’s fat for the thing all men war over; status and females, to breed until it is only their lineage that lasts beyond all others. They stay on the coast line.
There are other wolves here, of course, that she avoids. The white wolf has begun to remember more. Others at her feet, that she dragged back into the Empire, their hearts unwilling to go. A silver man, older than her, straddling the line of the borders. Licking her teeth, she wonders what happened after their encounter. Did she release him? Or did she bury her teeth into his neck?
So lost in her own thoughts, she takes a moment to see her surroundings. There- beyond her, a wolf of dark sky. Pinning her ears back, right eye still at half-squint, the soldier holds her ground and simply watches as she makes her approach.
Eirwen is formidable and does not often spook away at the sight of another.
“Has no one taught you to be cautious amongst strangers?” she barks.
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