Wild Berry Meadow i am without a heart

There was a prickle between her shoulder blades, a tension that sang down her spine in a way that said it all: I'm being watched. Keres did not entertain the feeling for long, stopping in her tracks to turn and lock eyes with the one that stalked her. Scowling, the woman flicked her tail in irritation, starting her way back to confront the dark wolf, her very presence a looming thread. Head and tail up, lips pulling back, Keres gave her a silent warning: begone.