Hushed Willows I don't know if I am dying or living

nervously, the woman answers and brilliance’s eyes narrow slightly. why was she so weird? if she was just walking, why did she act like she’s been caught doing something she shouldn’t have? she’s been there a time or two, she’s sure of it, but the wolf is an adult and clearly they can do whatever they want. why did it matter?
 
“nothin’,” she states, then, after an introduction, offers her own, “i’m brilliance. where ya walkin’?” she look in the direction she’d initially been going in for clues but doesn’t see anything of interest. she then picks herself up and trots a few steps forward. maybe she’ll just tag along.