Shadewood a setting sun, or rolling waves at sea

The dark wolf was clearly exhausted. Maiira could tell that even as she spoke, watching in concern as the woman closed her eyes as if she could not keep them open. She sent a quick prayer to the Goddess to watch over the woman. Maiira would be very cross if she came back from her hunt to find that the woman had died while she had been gone… Very cross, indeed. 

Maiira flashed an amused grin when the ghost-who-was-not-a-ghost attempted to emulate her speech patterns. “Do not try speaking like Maiira,” she warned, humor clear in her voice. “Many have tried. Some have succeeded, but more have simply confused themselves. Maiira comes from a place far away from here, where all she meets speak as she does. Do not trouble yourself trying to learn her strange habits of the tongue.” She grinned again. “Though… Maiira thanks this one for her efforts.”

The woman spoke again, seemingly feeling bad about being unable to help Maiira in her hunt. “No, no,” Maiira spoke quickly and firmly. Now she had become the Mother incarnate, watching over her child. “You are injured. Lie still and quiet. Sleep if you can. Maiira will return with food.” She turned with a swish of the tail and a wink over her shoulder, her eye flashing in the dark, and was gone.

She will return after your post with food! I’m not going to write out the hunt because that’s boring lol.