Sharp and terrible eyes narrowed as the girl showed her fear. Salvia was a creature of instinct; if the girl had fled, rather that remained still, she would have chased. She would have ripped her apart like a rabbit. A sniff told her this girl was from Inferni, and that was all it took for her muzzle to wrinkle into a toothy snarl. “Family?” She sneered, whiskers twitching. “Does your family usually see you like this? Crawling on your belly and slinking around their home?”
Flipping her tail like a cat, Salvia shook her head. “Don’t you have a mother somewhere? You should go see her.” Her one ear flicked dismissively, though her eyes turned back to the child without any further command. The snarl had faded from her face, returning it to a placid mask. There was something odd about this whole situation. When Salvia had been a child, she hadn’t been allowed more than ten feet from an adult, especially after Wretch’s disappearance. Maybe the girl was without family…though that wouldn’t explain the horse, whose masculine scent floated by as if to remind her of the stallion’s presence.
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