Duck Lake i. shock and denial

she could feel that she was about to get herself into trouble again but could not resist; this man had approached her and accosted her once more just for existing and her patience had already been broken and worn down by those girls.

she did not know if it was better or worse coming from a man.

he speaks, addresses her, but of course she is incapable of understanding.  the wild woman, the wolf with no name, would likely always be on the outside of conversation.

she stands to meet him.  she is no longer growling, but her ears have pushed forward and her tail begins to arc and sway.  her gaze focuses on the brute, intense as she strides towards him.  

she could smell his desires.

she just didn't know that they were for her softer friend back in the valley.  

she circles his side, running herself almost within reach and she remembers something

...her brother's return and being reunited.  she runs herself along the thick of his pelt and peppers him with kisses.  she feels alexander behind her, unhappy and jealous about her contact with this strange man.  like an obedient dog, she returns to his side at his command...

not this time.  she growls again but it is merely a vocalization, something curious but ultimately feral.