Greatwater Lake he has thrown down the cavalry as gravel sinks

the wolf that came from the direction of the wood took a moment, two, to recognize for what he was. the distance between them and the darkness of his pelt made it diffucult to figure out what, exactly, had his silhouette radiate wrongness. head-on, it took her a moment longer than it ought to to pin the blame on his length. piercing this and his arrival out from the dark wood together, it was easy to match the man before her with the pup she'd known (however distantly) in the dark wood. "no," she offers, but does not name him. "that wood, is it claimed?" she motions then to the dark stain of a forest at his rear, gaze stoic.