Laddie tore through the woods following a scent trail. Aivilo narrowed her eyes, but ran after him. Thirty seconds later, she saw a house. She drew a dagger, keeping it in her right hand while keeping her sword in her left. She slammed the door open, ran past another girl and raced after Laddie, who had found himself snarling in an underground room, a basement probably.
She ran down the steps, and went into her defensive position as she ran. She saw Laddie, and facing her pet, was the Wolf. For some reason, the Wolf looked strangely . . . different. Somewhat handsome maybe. She shoved that thought into the back of her mind as she tightened the muscles in her jaw and faced the Wolf, the thing she had sworn to kill.