Wheeling Gull Isle OTHELLO, I WILL AVENGE YOU

she did not understand why the other took her disfigurement so casually. infected, she would surely die, and even if she bypassed the pus and itching and fever, she had forever lost an important element to her wild life. the countess gave a slow blink of consternation at her companion -- she did not believe that the other would traipse so lightly again, and the promise of her death if she returned to the packland was quite high.

she herself moved to the water's edge, expecting that the pallid woman would trail her, and at the height of the moon's arc, the slim wolfess gestured to the gently lapping brine. "bathe."