Horizon Ridge Black honey

deirdre felt relief as the other proclaimed daddy, and very nearly believed that this was the man. when larkspur paused, deirdre noted the man who turned when called to had eyes the color of dirtied swampwater, with no hint of yellow within them. and so deirdre met the backpedaling larkspur halfway. she was shocked when she felt the other bury herself into her thick white furs, but did not step away or otherwise respond to set the others nerves off.

the brown wolf in the distance merely shrugged and continued on his way. deirdre let out an anxious breath, glad the other did not seek a fight or was otherwise angered for being disturbed. it was fortunate, and deirdre knew she was not much of a protector for any, weak as she was and not at all a fighter. deirdre leaned lightly into larkspur, waiting for her to be ready to begin the search again.