Fairspell Meadow ambaróne

The game wasn't long-lasting but it was enough to rile Wilwarin, to get her blood pumping and further distance the cold of winter from the rest of her. The hum of her skin seemed to grow each time she connected with the other wolf. The laughter of the lady filled the space and for a time Wilwarin could pretend it was her own voice.

When it ended, she was glad to have a moment to catch her breath. She stood panting and covered in snow, close but not too close to Easy, and listening. The mention of babes was a surprise and Wilwarin expressed this by shutting her mouth, tilting her head, and then frowning briefly. What did these games have to do with children? Except that she felt like one!

She began to mouth something, and then stopped. So few knew how to translate her soundlessness, and in that moment Wilwarin felt like there was a world of difference between her and the elder woman.

After a pause to think, she tried to mouth, I am only playing. And then bowed in another invitation, but this was not a serious bid, she was only trying to make her words clearer. A pantomime.