Noctisardor Bypass dark veil

Vaguely, Laurel recognised the wolf who brought her a meal that day. She knew she'd met him someplace before, but didn't know precisely when and where anymore. As he approached Laurel felt her muscles tense, and she glanced up at him with a guardedness in her gaze. She did not trust him, that much was clear from her body posture, but as he nosed the food closer to her she said Thanks anyway.

Being in a fragile state of being wasn't Laurel's forte. Come on, dearest, throw him a bone, give him something at least — he brought you food! Laurel swallowed dryly, unsure what to say still. Have you lived here long? she asked, her voice softer than it had been in some time as she put on the mask of bashful, withdrawn Laurel — the mask men wanted to see.