The Heartwood primadonna girl

she laughs at his words: yes, yes, the cruel judgement of wolves! she has encountered it, though never to a point of fearing for her safety, at-the-least. the way he speaks of his home intrigues her, and she does press him: "oh, why so?" 

the greyed-out boy says other packs, other wolves might care; the girl's not of pack - even through her curiosity, she cannot imagine pledging loyalty that way, even if she had readily bound herself around the thread of a single wolf-girl. if kinkajuú had wanted it... but that doesn't matter now: she'll be alone forever. in the face of any threat the girl offers an elegant shrug. so let them be afraid of her or hate her or judge her, witchbaby will play the part with grace.

at his question, the starlet tilts her head with a frown. "i was," she says, voice soft. "'cause i woulda done - still would do - anythin' for this girl, ya know? but we lost each other, an' now i'm not so sure." it is hard to admit aloud and her ears flick back for a moment, her expression made stormy. it breaks like a wave as she sighs, not wanting to linger on it. "i'm fine with travelin' alone though an' there's plenty for me t'check out - maybe i'll drop by this home a yours," as quickly as she'd been clouded over a grin overtakes her, toothed and teasing and very unconcerned with his previous warnings against trespassing because witchbaby goes where witchbaby wants always.