Fierce

With the addition of spikes and fangs, she was a scary sight to behold. She stood in her holding pen, her head hanging as she waited... Waited....

Saydin

She moved quietly in the cover of darkness, her black coat blending her smoothly into the darkness. She knew where to go, had had this planned for weeks now. Fierce was to go home with her. Quietly, quickly, effieciently.

As Saydin neared the horses holding pen she hissed If you wish to live, you will come with me. If you wish to die, speak now. Fierce made no noise, so Saydin stood upon her hind legs and flipped the latch up. Come. We have much to discuss. And with that, horse and wolf disappeared into the darkness.