Dragoncrest Cliffs i'll wait for years until the clouds spin their silk

of course, @Rosalyn had told her of raimo's deceit and the odd woman who had turned up on their doorstep. it was truly the way of men to do so, seemingly without a single reason, and her ire was kindled. she weighed quite seriously the benefit of simply chasing him out, or allowing the dark hunter a chance to prove himself half a man.
the wolf who called for her, the harlot discovered, was less a woman and more a stark-eyed young boy, silvertoned and small. only the swell of the other's sides proclaimed anything different, and curiosity had tempered her irritation by the time she had come upon the other.
after all, it was only the fault of raimo. the season had done as it was meant to do.
"you be zephyr. from where did you come before dis?" her mismatched eyes, emerald and sungilt, did not miss the large offering landed by the pregnant creature.