Shadewood Destination Zero

kuktux hunched her shoulders beneath the weight of the pelts, wanting to be free, to be clear of this land before cry rose in some horrible fit and struck out after she and morgan. therefore, the duck too was taken off guard by the soft voice that called after them. 

moving closer to morgan, an unconscious slip that emboldened the girl somewhat, she let her springjade eyes travel over the features of the other. familiar, but only fleetingly, only as another wolf of the keep might be. they were not as tightly knit as cry would have wished, kukutux realized. he had only himself to blame for that. morgan's voice rumbled overhead, and the girl was silent, wondering what the pretty chestnut woman with the ice-storm eyes wanted of them.