Stone Circle alleyways and pay phone calls

Oh dear. Here was the wolf of her mother's fable, stalking across the snow towards her. Grey and white, her colouring was common, her markings something like her brother's. She blinked, rabbit held tight as she froze, wondering if she should flee back to Murdock. This woman had scars, and what appeared to be a short tail was revealed to be no tail at all. And her ear-

Before she had much chance to do anything than stare, the woman was upon her, yellow eyes scanning her. She dropped the rabbit when she spoke, taking a slightly nervous step back. "yes," she added, after a moment, "not food."