Deepwood Weald immolation

the others recognition was of little consequence to deirdre, who did not know an unkind soul within their borders. her dreams would not have brought her here to die, she felt. to the others words, deirdre's eyes drew toward the closest tree to her, and the trees seemed to moan in the wind, discouraged, disappointed, that the others eyes were closed so! indeed, they are only trees, as we are only wolves. her tail twitched idly behind her, her tone not at all reproachful but beckoning a new line of thought. her youthful eyes twinkled, though there was no mischief within them!  her eyes softened further toward the other when she heard the name 'starbuck'. i do, she admitted easily, what do you know of witches? she inquired, her own head tilting and her question asked gently.