Haunted Wood Strange circle

The dark wolfdog snorted with a scowl as Pyramus leapt into an apology. The child had not earned such a statement. Young Blueberry had ventured into the woods, the unmarked woods, and had inserted herself in Pyramus and Thisbe’s business.

As Pyramus continued, speaking about their lineage and reasons for wandering so close to a wolf pack, Thisbe regarded the young wolf with a cold glint of her eyes. The dark wolfdog was not pleased to have been put in an unfavorable light.

Thisbe was grateful she did not have to address Blueberry. She did not believe that she could carry half of the kindness Pyramus had displayed.