The Floodlands The driving force of nature

She glanced at her sister, her left lip-end pulling up in the tiniest of appreciative smiles. Showing too much emotion to the strange woman across them was not what she had in mind. It would be easy to make deals with her if they knew how soft she actually was. Her scar and build pointed at her being dangerous, while in reality she was just a house-wife full of love and compassion.

We never go so far to hunt. Malice responded in all honesty. It was true- the Isle was rich in pay and they had many grounds around their island of wealth and glory. Their land was blessed, Malice believed, by her mother. I'd like for our wolves to not attack each other and to live in silent peace. Would that be possible? Malice asked with a small giggle. It sounded so silly when she said it like that.