The Heartwood And will dead lips to speak?

Intent to interrupt the silence, heavy steps echoed through the corridor. They paused eventually, quiet and still. Someone had listened, continuing to watch all the while.

A crooning hum escaped the wolf's throat. Slowly, her head turned, taking in they who had approached her without an invitation. A brute, tall and dark with similar patterns of her own fleece. Glittering red eyes sat still to take in their surroundings. They were curious, no doubt.

You have found yourself within my hollow. Why is it that you come? Sharp, scornful words, accompanied by a barren facade. Khasni was not a fan of interruptions, thus her tone bore the evidence of her now sour mood.

Most would not come unless summoned. But why this one? What of her words or behavior drew them near? They would not be allowed to leave without these queries being answered.