Wild Berry Meadow she the full moon, he the werewolf

hydra speaks no more on the subject of his departure from moonspear and wintersbane is eager to let die. the past was the past and even if given the chance there is a stone-cold acknowledgement within wintersbane that he wouldn't change it. wintersbane is happy where he is and despite that the future of many things hangs in the balance ( when doesn't it? ) he enjoys knowing that his future is his for the making ...or the taking. whichever comes first. she withdraws and there is a storm in her eyes that had not been there mere moments ago.

titmouse, her voice like a quake in the earth. he is reminded of why a younger version of himself was smitten with her.

wintersbane had a thing for older, powerful women. quite apparently, at that.

unfortunately, the name titmouse is not a name he's ever heard in association with the one she seeks; and if she searches his gaze she will not find recognition there. i know none by that name. wintersbane tells her simply, albeit truthfully, giving a small, bird-like cant of his head as his glacial gaze observes her.

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