Hushed Willows my bones are headstones, darling

she enjoys the roll of his shoulders, but tries to keep her hungry glare hidden. it probably doesn't work. she doesn't even think of the implications of her attraction — how much older she is compared to him. sure six months or so wouldn't matter for older wolves, she was nearly a year and he still a child. she honestly doesn't care, so enraptured is she.

she sucks her teeth in a disdainful manner, rolling her eyes. other than another kid — who else would want to take over to babysit all of them? if she were an adult, she wouldn't even bother staying with a group of kids like this. she'd rather take over with her own crew; they did have prime territory after all. but rannoch is the eldest of us — and he's pretty big for his age, I suppose. that seemed to be the only reason why he ever led the rest of them in the first place: he looked the most like an adult.