Mudminnow River they slithered from eden

She was in a compromising position, but this was not the first time that Isleña had found herself in situation such as this, and it would certainly not be the last — so the banshee was not worried in the slightest. In fact, Isleña had much more stored in her pocket which she could throw at the man. For this woman, simple thievery was all in a days work and the fact that she failed only meant that she needed to arm herself further.

She lifted her head, straining the muscles in her neck as she made a show of searching for his scent.  His scent was present, surprisingly, but it smelled distant and Isleña ultimately attributed it to his being at the river’s edge. Anywhere he would go, the man’s scent would follow. “Land free,” she ascertained and laid the back of her skull against the autumnal earth, lifting an eyebrow at him with a certain sense of pomp. She no longer struggled against his brace. This was not his domain, so his power here was little.

“Burd— bird not free,” she admitted sheepishly, tripping over the foreign word and conceding defeat where the grouse was concerned. But still, “Land free.” If she were human, Isleña would have crossed her arms and stamped her foot at being told what to do. She would not leave here, not until she wanted to! What was he going to do, maim her for being obstinate? Isleña had a way of reading wolves, and she very seriously doubted that this man had macabre or aggressive tendencies. I mean, look, he was about to let her get away with little to no punishment for her wrongdoings. Might as well test the limits, right?