Shadow Mountain Night Cafe for lonely cynics

"There you are right," Sarah picked an amused smile from his laughter. By now she began to realize that her current mood was a very crass deviation from her indifferent state. Her old-self might not be that dead after all. But brief flickers of good mood had happened before and she knew well that this one was not going to last long either.

"That's a dangerous assumption. To my parents we were always wolves first, genders second," she told him and watched Mahler's hunt with slight interest, but having no wish to engage in competition for such a small prize.