with a graveyard tan carrying a cross

thanks!

A singular eyelid pried open; visceral yellow brighter than the stars that hung overhead. A rustling noise from the pinestraw alerted her and she froze in her curled position, two torn ears flicked forward apprehensively.

She was not familiar with the lay of the land and bolting was out of the equation -- she was too tired from the trek and any movement she made would only alert whatever animal it was that approached. She weighed her options considered the alternatives and was just about to draw a conclusion when the shape of a wolf emerged from the dusky haze. She stiffened and rose, but made no motion to leave. Instead, she regarded him coolly -- wondering if she had unwittingly passed on his territory. She was sure he would speak soon enough -- for now, the rough delinquent remained silent and sulky, as if she had just been apprehended in the midst of committing some terrible crime.