Deepwood Weald [m] iklignak

The bird croaked again! The shift of one wing gave Wilwarin a prompt to turn and look, and as she did she saw two strangers. Both seemed interested in her; one, a swarthy fellow, walked right up and seemed interested in her company. The other named himself, arriving closer to her other side.

At first she was excited to meet new friends. The feeling became something fluttery, and nervous, when she felt boxed-in. Still, Wilwarin gave them both the benefit of the doubt. She smiled to them both and slipped back a step or two, moving in to a play bow.

Meanwhile the scent she carried filled the grove, and she was oblivious. Her body asked for play; although something else was insinuated by the curve of her spine, the look in her eye. Wilwarin didn't know what kind of dangerous game she now played.