Hushed Willows A Silent Retreat

Under any other circumstances, she would have reacted defensively, wary of the stranger’s intentions and presence. But exhaustion weighed her down, sapping the strength needed for such caution. Instead, she remained low, her wide eyes fixed on the unfamiliar wolf. He appeared oblivious to her presence, his attention consumed by the fresh kill held within his maw.

Kirain couldn’t decide whether she hoped he would pass without noticing her, or if his company might be a welcome relief. Her journey to the willows had been long and lonely, but experience as a loner had taught her to remain vigilant until all threats were ruled out.

Good evening, stranger, she said, her voice kind yet laced with caution as her gaze tracked his every movement. She steeled herself, preparing to act if necessary, though her body rebelled against her efforts. Each attempt to tense her muscles sent sharp jolts of pain through her weary frame.