Twisted Slough le moineau a volé

"You could," she said, only to follow up, "but I'm not headed that way. I was only passing through here." To get away, to steal away, whatever felt appropriate. The freedom, however temporarily it may end, had emboldened her in the swamp. Perhaps it was the misfortune that had befallen the company she presently kept that had aided it as well, though she didn't know.

Of course, she only thought this would serve its purpose. The lingering chance that the she-wolf would insist to come along was there, or that she would pry. Aware of this and in spite of the forwardness she had found on her patch of solid ground threatened to liquefy beneath her. "I don't think you'd want to cross this place twice," she added on, wondering if that would stay the hand of the other.