Thread:Storm-in-Rain/@comment-33448285-20190505184832/@comment-26549875-20190619023505

“No,” Nova snarled. “He is my Packmate, as is Venice. I’m tired of you ordering me around and thinking you can threaten my Pack without consequences.” She bared her teeth. “You will not cross this river without a fight.”

“Venice!” Kestrel skidded to a halt in camp, a wound on his foreleg bleeding. “Are you alright?”