Overture Downs in the arms of the strangler

the faint sound of a distant voice stirred blondine from her sleep. i can't see much of anything from anywhere, quite frankly. she rose and turned back then, amber gaze falling on the fragile form of a stranger. a smile on her face, she opened and close the empty socket for show.

it was then that she realized this was not a true wolf, but one of the others. blondine worked to soften the scowl she'd forgotten to hide. ain't her fault, blondine. she can't help how god made her.

what're you doin' down here, if it's so dangerous? she gave a small smile to soften her concerned gaze.