The pretty lass did not expect a wolf to quite literally come dropping down to eat her for lunch. She snarled as she stayed still. A distorted yell of “Woah! What in God’s name?!” reached her as he pulled up. Derevko smirked. This would be interesting. Seeming as he was also her soulmate . . .
She pulled herself up out of the water, hissing as she made the transformation back to a regular old Lamprydae wolf. “D-Derevko? You scared the living Jesus outta me! I was about to have you for lunch!”
“Hello Apollo,” she said amusedly, as he continued to speak.
“Those fish scales a new bloodline or somethin’? Ain’t somethin’ I’ve seen before.” That was true. Derevko regarded the kappa, a son of Achilles and Pandora.
“They’re both new bloodlines; I seem to have lost the Reptillia scales sported by my family.” She kept her voice disinterested. “It’s not too big a disappointment, particularly if wolves think I’m lunch and then realize their mistake right before I go kaput. Makes for an interesting day.” Her tone warmed a little. She debated on whether to turn it back, then let it go. Even she, difficult as she was, knew she couldn’t be hostile to everyone she crossed paths with.

“This woman will render the greatest power unto utter desolation.”