Blackfeather Woods Listen

A silent ah escaped from Emèlie's lips. It was a name she'd heard before though this was a first time she had a face to go with it. Maybe games themselves aren't, Emèlie laughed, but heart attacks? Now those are a matter of age, and when I tell you about the one you almost gave me... Emma's laugh was a thick rumble, drizzled in the hearty recollection of her more youthful period.
Now, at no point was Emèlie ever a wolf built for games or things of the like, but there was a time when she could enjoy a joke every now and then. These days were different. She'd become stoic. Cold. Numb. But so long as it benefited her in the long run, Emma would give up anything.