Revna

Like a lurking raven, a dark she wolf was perched up on a rock, looming over the rest in the Roost. You jump, swearing that she was only a shadow a minute ago. "Viena riða... (crying hare)" She cooed in a monotone voice, chuckling breathlessly. Her gaze moved away from you as she seemed to lose interest. You weren't sure what she said but her tone indicated that it wasn't a compliment. Rude... you thought.