Barrow Fields you're gonna keep my soul, it was yours to have long ago.

The briney scent of the ocean concealed the man's identity. Pack wolf or loner, ravening or healthy - even if Easy's nose had been trained for such things, she could not have discerned them from the breeze. It left her feeling strangely blind, but she was not foolish enough to draw nearer to test his scent. Instead, orange eyes met yellow, and the pair stared each other down, each as anxious about the encounter as the other.

"My sister is right behind me!" she called to the other, thinking that this would sound more threatening if the man knew Dawn. The words sounded silly now that they hung between them, so Easy hurried to back them up.  "So don't think you can bite me or kidnap me or anything. I'm too big, anyway."