The Wolf

Luna striped forword. Calling her magic. The shadows danced around her. She glared at Fenrir. “ it’s ok I have a bone to pick with this defiant dog” She said calmly. To her friend then turned her attention to Fenrir. “ Where is Miles Fenrir” she snapped.

Her use of magic allowing her to recall the fallen Warrior. “ I want him back” she growled at the wolf.