Hushed Willows Raise a glass of wine for the last time,

her shadow, annoying and mean as it may be, made itself known at the same time as the stranger. her lips thinned, gaze flicking from one intruder to the other, careful not to shift her puzzle. her ear flicks in a way that isn't entirely canine, unwilling to answer the boy's prod. 

for a moment, veritas is still. but finally, she withdraws, stepping catlike back over the bones and settling herself into a carefully sitting position, wrapping her tail close to her side. the woman's lean is enough to have her retreat. "I'm putting it back together," she murmurs, gaze flicking to the boy, possessiveness writ across her features.