[ Uncharted areas in the Greater Woods - dark mists ]
Freya's little claws glimmered faintly in the dim light, but her hands shook a little.
She stayed rooted in place, her golden eyes narrowed, watching Karl closely.
He only smiled wider, crouching a little as if he didn't want to tower over her. His voice turned soft, almost sing song to coax a little baby.
"Little wolf, why are you looking at me like that? Don't frown so much. It doesn't suit such a sweet face."
"I am not sweet," Freya said instantly, her chin jerking up. "I am dangerous."
Karl chuckled. The smooth sound curled in the mist like smoke. "Ahh, right right, my bad…you are dangerous and adorable. Just like your father… though he would never admit the adorable part."
Freya's lip wobbled, though she forced it still. "Stop talking about my Dada. You don't know him."
