Then, the tall wolf steps forward and Citalá halts in her tracks, brow and white star crinkling. The fur along her nape rises and her nostrils flare and she is once again reminded she is not the only one who bears teeth. Heartbeat quickens and she breathes deep, offering a quick glimpse of a grin.
“I am Citalá. Not here to collect. Only watch you.”
The witch has not yet made herself too friendly with the others of Howff. Either burdened with children or heavy, thick accent, she finds herself struggling to keep up. At least this wolf spoke common with a clear tongue.
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