Sunbeam Lair let the voices come barrelling back

until he spoke he could've passed as a stone-carved gargoyle, but his words pried a laugh from her belly that was not terribly far out of reach.  you, intruding?  she casts a sly look over her shoulder and cuts a paw across the air between them.  i thought it'd be me.  

the wolves of great blue were friendly, and one bad experience 
(one hellish, traumatic experience)
could not break from her a lifetime of kindness.

she moves closer, whitecap tail moving gently behind her.  what an evening.  did you come out here to watch the sunset, or...?