The Heartwood terror in the night

The male blamed his distressed sleep on an earlier meal and Harlyn smiled warmly.  Stomach issues and other such toilet humor was not really her style.  She was a classy woman, but she was quite good at listening with a patient smile.  He seemed like an amiable enough fellow, so she decided to settle in for a bit of a conversation with him.  He wasn't Mordecai, but that didn't mean he wasn't worth her time.


"I'm Harlyn Cinderloch," she said with a slight dip of her muzzle.  Her fiery eyes traced the curves of his face, lingering on the unusual color of his nose, then flickering briefly at the brilliance of his eyes.  He was a handsome creature that might have piqued her interest were she not already wholly committed to a wolf that didn't know it yet.  "Actually, that's a hobby of mine.  You'd be surprised how often my services are requested," a sly smile slipped across her muzzle.  Just because she was a prim and proper lady didn't mean she had no sense of humor.

A soft chuckle slipped from her lips then.  "Actually, I'm in the area looking for a friend of mine," she admitted, "The public service was just a bonus."