Barrow Fields cold day in hell

Win wasn’t much afraid of the area. Sure, it unsettled her, but that made it all the more exciting. What was life without being uncomfortable?

Boring, inane, and predictable. That’s what.

The wolf that ended up approaching her was uneasy, she could piece that together from the high pitch to her voice. There was the sound of an aggressive slurp as Win swallowed down the haunch she had been chewing at, green eyes never leaving the other woman.

She grinned after a moment, lazy and fat, like a house cat who had eaten the canary and the salmon set out for supper too.

I know, it’s weird. She drawled low, before her lips quirked up further into something resembling a smile.

Its great.