Meadowlark Prairie Lovely and provocative butcher paper silhouettes of slavery era self-mutilation

A sudden gust sent snow flurrying across his path, momentarily obscuring the tracks. Dragomir lifted his head and licked at his nose, wetting it even as the wind dried it, and that was when Vanity called to him. He turned from his trail and was taken aback by the appearance of the Nightwalker Lieutenant. Her coat was black but her face was drenched in white, resembling a skull. In spite of her smile and her kindly greeting, the marking made her seem ominous and eerie enough that for a second, he hesitated.

But a potential hunting partner had presented herself and he was never one to turn down help, even from a stranger. It was wrong to judge based on appearances, anyway, and he felt badly about ascribing any meaning to her face marking just because it looked like a wolf's skull face to him. So at length he returned her smile and answered, coyote, I think. You seen any around here?