Permafrost Hollows tu akela hi nahi hai

The man’s voice rang out, wetted with reverb from the icy walls. It was impossible to tell if the shivering in his tone was from nervousness or if it was simply the acoustics of the place. When she spoke, it was slightly slower than she might normally speak, so she might at least appear casual, cool.

”Lilia,” She said, and padded forward cautiously. She still did not know if he was nervous and knew nervous wolves could be dangerous. ”Won’t hurt ya unleth you athk for it,” She said, lightly humorous.