Chimera Fields Wasting Time on Love That Wasn't Real

The shadowed wolf’s approach was slow, but Esme could understand and she was patient. Eventually, he drew nearer, though he left considerable distance between them still. It was unwise to trust strangers this early on; she might have done the same. She might have felt uncomfortable if he’d come much closer. 

The rabbit fell from his jaws and landed with a soft thud at his feet, and then he gave her his name. Wicken.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she spoke softly. Then she hesitated, her lips partially closed. She didn’t want to be rude and walk abruptly off, but she also didn’t want to sit there and fire at him an onslaught of small-talk. “You must be hungry. Do you want me to be on my way?” She asked this in a soft yet serious manner. “Or would you like some company? I’ll do whatever you wish.”