Hushed Willows Lithium

There is another, and his hunger ebbs away from him, knowing that so long as both are capable of fighting back, he had no chance of feeding on either of them. A pange of guilt fills him, as he is unwilling to feed from Mazatl once more. He would have to find another if he . Instead, he resorts to pleasantries, his tail raising; is they had been farther from the newly claimed Watch, he would be less domineering, but the knowledge that his baiatel was lingering safely nearby riled him internally.

The first ruby-eyed woman asks if he spoke English. He chuckles for a moment. It is my mother tongue, He explains, wondering how they would react to know that he was fluent instead of some backwards wolf. Though I find that other languages have a sense of effectiveness that English lacks, no? Athan tilts his head, the question entirely rhetorical. May I ask what you two are doing? Are you travellers?