Otter Creek if only for a while

Zhenya takes one step further to better view the pair, then halts again as she processes the exchange of words. You are from the pack whose borders are marked with blood, yes? She can smell it on him; the sweet nectar which she so craved, in that one moment more than ever. Her body language remains defensive, though her voice has loosened and now mimics the mysterious tone of her companions' speaker.