Dahozhoni Meadow dancing in the moonlight

it did not take long for fiamma to tire of the woman. she was putting on an act, all giggles and batting eyelashes. she listened to the words floating toward her with apathetic ears, and then shook her head, beginning to turn back toward the basin.

i was mistaken, she told the stranger, with a shrug of her bony silver shoulders. i see no danger in you.

if the wolf were to follow, she might entertain further conversation. as it was, fiamma was beyond skeptical of this one's wiles, and looked back toward those bloody men for her next moves.