Sleepy Fox Hollow saturday

The air remained quiet. Javelina’s lips pursed. Perhaps they’d only been passing through and were long gone now. She waited a few minutes longer, then swiveled carefully, preparing to limp back to the rendezvous site where Glaukos had left her to go hunting.

She’d barely turned when a face appeared to her right. Javelina looked up sharply, gaze fixing on a black she-wolf. Her eyes were two different colors too. They were hard, as was her voice when she spat just four clipped words at the Basilisk.

Despite the stranger’s frostiness, Javelina smiled patiently as she replied, No worries. I’m not looking for help. She shifted her weight. Who’s ‘we’?