Hushed Willows witcher

stigmata looked up at the crunch of snow and frozen earth; his posture seizing briefly with the instinctive dread of having been caught sneaking. but the stiffening of his hackles melted flat again just as quickly - like the last flutter of a bird's wing as it lands - and the iron wraith pricked his ears dourly towards her silk-washed voice, not bothering to come up with an excuse for himself.

"i come as i come," he told her with a tongue cold and glittering - watching the slim figure closely as she emerged from the willow-cast shadows. "though my idea of peace and yours seem to differ." he fell eerily still as the delicate she-wolf stepped into a moonbow - sent into a mental spiral as each of her features came together piece by painfully beautiful piece: smooth heather fur, sage-green eyes, and a porcelain figure.

mother?

he blinked. then rolled his shoulders back and stood up straighter, numbing his expression. "but fear not. i do not lurk to cause you ill. i just prefer to know my neighbors," the basilisk sighed; "before they know me."