Honeyed Pasture the stars at night are indifferent to our plight

The wolf doesn’t come forward as expected and instead submits to the pasture floor. Her grey eyes focus narrowly on the woman, and feeling the tension for Étoille keep her standing silently in place. It is not common for her to run on frustration but with one thing after the next, she can’t help but feel on edge for the sudden outburst. When it is obvious the other is not a threat, she eases back and pauses a few seconds to reconsider. There is nothing of use to her here and she glances at her newest pack member with a brief snort. Instead of engaging further, she turns to leave the wolf on the ground and head back fo camp.