Haunted Wood we speak in tongues and walk on wires

Predisposed toward reticence even now, the silver-brushed she-wolf merely hummed as while eyes narrowed with cold disdain. Should his instincts bid him to favor teeth over words, she would flee. Pride did not a full belly make, however, and she sensed he knew that. When he, at last, turned and vanished into the territory he presided over, Aputitaq held true to her word though a smile did pull crookedly across her inky lips as she altered her course away from the woodland.