Haunted Wood Strange circle

The child spoke few words, but they were enough to excite Pyramus into a fit of chattering. Thisbe rolled her eyes and sighed, weary from the talk with strange wolves. She was tired, she did not want to stand and debate their physical attributes with a wild child. Each time the younger creature would look at her, Thisbe could feel her nose crinkle and a sour taste fill her mouth.

When Pyramus inquired about the young wolf’s pack, Thisbe did not hesitate to nip at his shoulder in protest. It was bad enough that she was forced to stand there and listen to him make small talk with the natives. She did not wish to know just how the pale wolf had gotten to be so… charming.

Thisbe turned her head from the two and frowned. She sniffed idly at a nearby leaf, hoping her disinterest would lure Pyramus away.