[ lycanthropes were always such a... delicate matter, ciri found. whether werewolves, werebears or even werecats. she has fought against many but has met many more who went through great lengths to protect others from themselves. which was honestly difficult enough when you have been transformed into a creature that combines the worst traits from both aspects of themselves. a wolf's desire to hunt and kill along with man's cruelty and intelligence.

it's what made fighting them so difficult but she'd sort it all out at some point. monsters, cursed or not, would not follow the same sort of familiar rules she was used to playing by.

perhaps that was for the best too. it decreased the chances of an ulfhedinn making an unwanted appearance. ]

You're welcome, I was just glad I could help.

[ she responds, adjusting her stance once he's up on his feet to pull herself up and out of the hole. she hadn't even been buried alive but had spent more than enough time there for a lifetime. the question gets him a curious look but she nods, rubbing the back of her hand against her cheek. ]

I certainly wasn't expecting the workout but I couldn't risk being wrong by thinking this all some sort of terrible lie to get my guard down. So, I began to dig and now I'm glad I didn't listen to my paranoid worries.