Sequoia Coast a lady does not start fights

dead wolves tell no tales. erzsébet watched until her captain had gone from view, and then looked down into the pretty pale eyes of her wounded captive. at length she reached to run her tongue along the bleeding wound again. "what is your name?" the countess asked. such a one was this! the sort of slender, long-legged virgin with whom the lofty wolfess would have liked to tangle. "do not fear me. i mean no harm beyond this," she smirked, gesturing to the slash alongside the pale shoulder.