Hushed Willows Show me the places where the others gave you scars.

It's not important, the young wolfess answered swiftly, though not unkindly. She intended to respond as smoothly as she could despite the turmoil within her, eager to dismiss any discussion of her own foolishness and wrongdoing. The absolute last thing she wanted was for Reverie to realise that she was a yellow-bellied coward.

Mysterious stranger would work better for her, she hoped.

They carried on to newer things, better things, and Wayfarer was lightened to feel the spotlight shift from her. Her amber eyes rose to take in the scenery, searching through foliage for the shimmering surface of a promised lake. A velvet lobe swivelled at her companion's mention of ducks; their meat was not one she favoured, but they served as easy targets. They'll be gone soon, she commented, certain that they were migratorybirds, for the cold season. Your Winters here will be peaceful.