Swiftcurrent Creek That split the night

The call had not gone amiss; Miss growled softly, tail curling. She felt validated in having made the decision to deny the woman’s offer for help, but did not know why it was she now came to haunt them. Someone who came in the wake of a birth, claiming to watch was no healer. That, Moss thought, was a childsnatcher. 

She moved to meet Arric, wary still of leaving Reverie’s side for very long. In true Miss fashion, she was abrupt, to the point.

”She offered to help when she saw Reverie was near ready to give birth. I didn’t like the look of her so I sent her packing.” She said. ”She offered ‘help.’ I found her nosey. All-dark wolf, right eye yellow, left eye deep blue. She’s small, androgynous looks. Well-kept, but…Eerie.” She said. 

If he was not convinced there was any reason for the stranger to be chased further, she racked on one more point for good measure.

”We owe her no debts.”