Lone Wolf

"The winter is cold and harsh this year, even more so than the last, I would hate for your pack to suffer, or yourself to go without on the simple fact of there isn’t enough food to go around. My camp is always open to you, and your pack-" She paused and smiled before a light chuckle passed her lips. "As long as I’m not on the menu." 

Banehallow grinned through teeth too sharp to be human. "Of course not. Human meats are far too gamey, especially the type that spend all their time running and shooting arrows. Provided there are enough deer and rabbits, my wolves will not try for something more dangerous. Unless you come at them first, of course."

My character is about to be executed. How does your character say goodbye?

{ ♕ } - - ”So feisty.” Her heart thundered in her chest and scarlet eyes alight with excitement for the events that would follow. “But is your bark worse than your bite?” With a poof of pink smoke, Akasha was behind the other and giggling to herself. 

Banehallow couldn't help but jolt. Magic. God, how he hated magic. As though a switch had been flicked, all at once he turned and employed a little magic of his own. A low growl, less human by the second, and he let the wolf take control. "You were warned," he snarled, barely understandable through a wolf's snout, and lashed out at her, teeth-first.

{ ♕ } - - ”Then I shall make the first move. Tell me, will you bleed for me?” Her poisoned dagger glinted in her fingers, teasingly rolled back and forth. “I know how you crave me.” 

Banehallow sneered at the knife. Insulted, more than anything, but guarded nonetheless. Just because she had no right didn't mean she wouldn't try it regardless. "Dare take one step closer, and lose your hand."

{ ♕ } - - “What a cruel thought that is. You would never wish so ill of me, would you?” Her voice was mockingly soft and innocent, those thick lashes of hers lowered in hurt. 

"Just be grateful that I am not acting on it now." He growled, already tired of her company.