Thread:ArwenoftheSunland/@comment-27824390-20170430193242/@comment-28247510-20170501140815

The werewolf had reached the branch Jessa had been in before she leapt to the next tree, and he stood there, growling lowly. His amber and golden eyes glinted in the dappled light, half shaded by the thin canopy of leave stsill above them. "And what.." He began to ask, his voice in his wolf form low and growling, "Are you doing here?" His emotions were unreadable, as he looked at her. Her wing was torn, he noticed.