Blacktail Deer Plateau everything moves, everything pulses, everything lies in the eyes of you

to her wife's prouncement she gave a nod. caiaphas had not been seen in quite some time; she expected the old woman had found another pack to head, or had succumbed to her hard life and great age. whatever it was, the rusalkan was affronted by the idea that even in her absence they would deal with the woman.
but this man, asking questions before an introduction; her cinnamon hackles began a slow rise.