Silver Moraine before whom I stand

i do mind, she murmured in response to the question; her tone was limited in its range of emotion, being more level than defensive. he seemed interested - a rarity among the wolves in this place - so she was reluctant to depart outright, to refuse him, but she had places to be. she had to get out of this situation even if she was tempted. we must separate now, but perhaps... perhaps fate will bring you to me again. she looked to him, looked over him, studied his features so that she may remember later, and began to pace away from him.