Hushed Willows sveppum

bijou kept her distance; this she-wolf radiated not-so-subtle cues of her displeasure. the passing of her tongue across teeth, the indignant huff -- bijou would be remiss to ignore any of it.

posture relaxed, bijou set her gaze curiously on the scarlet-robed vixen. the accent was one she was unfamiliar with, and the name evoked exotic overtones. "i am not." bijou knew nothing of the wolves that lingered here, save that they were now gone. a shame to lose so convenient a hunting ground. "i came here in the hopes of an easy meal."