Hushed Willows sveppum

all it took to ease those tightly-wound barbs was the admission she wasn't one of the wolves whose scents now faded into the wilderness. interesting. bijou's glittering gaze trailed along where the faded perimeters were. who where these wolves to this cerise-shawled woman?

what could be better than a warm meal? bijou did not take this woman as a derelict; while she was lean, she was too well-kept to be a wolf of dispersal's disposition. to a loner, knowledge was a pitiful meal -- and no company was warmer than that of food in their belly.

"what is that?" bijou inquired, new interest gleaming in the hard bite of her jewel gaze.