Hushed Willows And if we should die tonight

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Séamus had always told her that she had a temper, but she never believed it. In fact, she thought of herself a demure and quiet creature, but there were moments when self control fell away and she was prone to bursts of shouting and being quite argumentative; not that it ever really mattered, or that there was much at stake. Eleuthera felt her question being answered by something in the great beyond — that she was being filled with purpose.

Eleuthera pawed at the ground upon which she stood; which she vowed to protect. “I agree with you. The first gathering procured no change," she noted, using this opportunity as her chance to use words to convey the intense, flaming emotions she felt. “Perhaps they have… dark intentions, that prevent them from leaving." Clever and sly wolves were the worst, in her opinion — and she had not appreciated being tricked in the river, and she did not appreciate it happening to her friends, now.

Eleuthera sighed without having meant to; perhaps her parasympathetic nervous system was trying to calm her down. Eleuthera held Orlaith’s gaze, not to challenge an already riled up wolf, but hopefully to convey a sense of solid support. “I met Donovan before. He seemed to be a fine man—" Eleuthera hoped the red guardian would not think she was idiotic for this. Based on what Orlaith was telling her, Donovan was diabolical, harboring lecherous souls behind a winsome smile. “We mustn’t let them fool us with their silver tongues. Not again."