Otatso Wetlands in the end the waves will discolor me.

There continued to be no violence in her manner, and so Harlyn relaxed. She was too tired for such tension in any case. Her children were safely with the pack. There was no one to protect but herself, and the druid was too exhausted to worry much for her own well-being that night.

The shade came nearer while Harlyn watched in silence. This dark wolf was a female, and she could sense some power to her. It was understated in that moment, but still there buried beneath her inky folds. The druid was intrigued by her, but remained quiet to allow her the first words.

"Never," Harlyn replied as she turned to gaze out into the buzzing darkness. "I pray that I never will again," she added after a beat as a shudder ran along her spine.