Flycatcher Downs did you bring your knife? yes sir!

the words in grey are in czech!

The skin between her eyebrows constrict and fold. That is a delicate motion too, though the result is not. Jasny lets her sister's quip roll past a turned cheek as she strains her neck to look closer. Something about the woman: the complexion, the bone structure, the poise, was not full wolf. She could not parse out the full details, but she knew this. She knew it as well as she knew the mixed blood in her own system.

"Svítaní," she breathes, not taking her eyes off the stranger, "She is no wolf. Like us." She is sure that her older sister has already figured this out, but she cannot help herself. "Her eyes, sister. Look at her eyes."

She knows that this would become dangerous if they made even a single mistake. She knows that Sví also knows this. That woman ... was no ordinary one. Jasny hears her sister's words of eager kindness. The show had begun— nothing could stop the machine that was the Temny sisters. Despite knowing this, Jasny lets her features ease into a smile.