Silver Creek Not a woman's job

cyclone was a harlot.

addison had formed the opinion soon into her first impression of the woman, and there is nothing that can change her mind, at this point so far removed from that initial meeting. she has not missed the glances, the coquettish attitude, the damned free-wheeling nature of the woman, so unlike the odolf girl. she has little doubt that, removed from the structure of the family, cyclone would take it upon herself to take as much cock as possible, with little thought toward her own duties.

naturally, addison does not think highly of the woman. but her duty as aaron's daughter--and, thus, the de facto leader over the she-wolves--bades her treat cyclone with civility, at the least. she spots the bright stockings, so vivid against the ebony of her pelt, from a distance and travels there with little haste, falling into step beside the other with a face of stone.

making yourself useful, i see, she says, her eyes reflecting naught but the path before them. that is good. there is much to do, if we are to make this place a home.

she knows that cyclone still mourns the loss of her husband. but what was he to do? she cannot blame him, for refusing to attach himself to a woman of such character. he is utterly blameless in this scenario; the fault is with cyclone. the harlot.