Permafrost Hollows watermelon

"do you mean to say you will kill those among us without pack, la reine?" wolf dreamer asked in the same steady calm. "i can pass on your message."

an odd thing. the golden threads of her coat mingled with those of the dark imeut, intriguing the dreamer's eye.

the web of power uses many lives, Wolf suddenly spoke, dust spokes wheeling through the proverbial cave dug deep into the pit of the dreamer's mind. see now? a fly. a spider. one wise enough to outwait the other who thinks himself too smart to fool.

Wolf breathed laughter. are you spider? are you fly?