Barrow Fields i left my flaming sword beside your bed

the light in her eyes bladed as she watched the stranger's approach, immediately unimpressed with the way she was regarded.  the strange wolf bristled and circled her.  unwilling to be caught alone in a fight, she took a steady step backwards.

but it seemed she would be spared.  for all the confidence the stranger a to embody, their soft words betrayed themselves.  it was sad to watch.

i came this morning to practice zazen, she said, unaffected.  i have a group with me, not far from here. a ward against any ill intent. i will be going back soon.