Emberwood o f*ck

Grezig did not really notice the young wolf until she spoke to her. The earthen woman, once so sharp and aware of her surroundings, was often in her own head nowadays, and prone to being surprised by others approaching her.

’Hello,’ the white female called.

Grezig swiveled her head slowly in the girl’s direction, blinking confusedly as if drunk on fermented fruit. She grunted a response.

’Is everything alright?’

Grezig’s brown eyes showed a bit more life to them as she lifted half her mouth in a wry grin. Nothing was alright, but was she really going to spill her soul to this girl who seemed to be truly concerned for her? No. She was not so cruel as that, even now that the world had lost a bit of its luster. But who was she kidding? When had the world ever contained a shine to her? Probably never.

“I am fine,” she said, her voice hoarse from disuse. She cleared her throat. She dipped her head in acknowledgement and greeting. “I was simply… somewhere else,” she continued, by way of explanation.