Raven's Watch a string of broken christmas lights

can you? his cheeky mind shot back, though lionel wouldn't have dared say anything that even resembled such a brazen sentiment. he kept body and gaze in check, though the red blood in him could not help sneaking another glance at the way her —
why was she doing that? confused, the saltboy continued to retreat, until his hind end stumbled over a treacherous stone. down crashed the boy onto his hindquarters, but he was too enthralled to smart for now. "uh, lionel. lionel mayfair." this close, the red woman smelled of stone and snow and other wolves, far more scents than he himself carried.
he didn't dare ask for her name.