Thunder Dome Thymós

The navy blue of his eyes found the slate-colored girl - her ears darkened by charcoal. She did not look like any member of his family or the other wolves he’d left behind. The fluttering butterfly wings of fear that had erupted in his belly were soothed. She looked to him, contemplative, and then continued to march along her route.

Antigone’s pace slowed just enough that he would keep a few steps ahead of her. The herbs she had gathered in her mouth were sharp with smell. He knew them to be lavender and he wondered if she had found an adequate place to collect them.

You even know what that’s used for?

The young man’s voice was rough and sharp. His dark eyes crashed down on her like dangerous waves on the sea. Antigone wanted to test her, wanted to see if she even knew the value of the items she carried.