Redhawk Caldera Like a fallen star, or the voice of divine

Ruenna seemed to understand the strange wolfdog, or at least the instinctual fear that coursed through the halfling’s frame. Thisbe narrowed her eyes on the wolf, unsure if it was safe to believe what she said. There did not appear to be any hostility beneath the kind exterior. Every motion was made with care, and even the words offered were done so without malice.

Thisbe wanted so badly to tell Ruenna that she was seeking Pyramus. That the no-good dog had run off and left her alone in a frightening woodland, no food, no love, nothing to keep her there except her own fear of venturing without him.

The farmer had always liked it when Thisbe would spin for him. She wavered her tail politely and spun in a circle. When she thought this might not suffice, she did so again. Please, the wolfdog pleaded silently, do not leave me out here to fend for myself.