Keeping your anger at bay, that was the most important thing as a wolf. To have control. She had it drilled into as a young child and it stuck so well that she seemed unfazed by most things. Seemed. There were times where losing control seemed more than tempting but she knew better, especially in a sensitive time like this where the town was just waiting for another mess up from the wolves. So instead she went for a run on the trail in the woods but when she heard the footsteps of another approaching fast behind her she slowed down to a stop, turning to look. When her eyes caught the familiar face she had to resist the urge to roll her eyes, it was much too early to deal with Calloway, no matter how nice his face was. “Must you always show up when I’m having a moment of peace?” @pocketfulofmuses
