Raven's Watch You slept on a feather bed, I slept on the floor.

The wolf who prowled ahead looked nothing like Ephraim -- at least not physically -- and still, it did not stop the gawking of the young Eyjolfur, who for the briefest moment had felt joy and hope rise to her throat;

only to die violently, like a bug under the wave of the tide.

Her ears pinned as she heard the she-wolf yell something, followed by exclamations of what sounded like disbelief. Raleska was too wary a wolf to blithely come up to Bridget and ask what was wrong -- instead, she lifted her muzzle and tried to scent from the air what it was Bridget was fussed over, wondering just when that storm might head her way.