Silver Creek Beautiful things

A bristling shadow; a woman with the moon carved into one side of her face. Ilianora looked up with muzzy blinks of her pale eyes, too lethargic to react with any great panic. For several long moments she only studied the stranger; a wolf like any other, but in many ways so unlike anyone else Ilianora had met. By appearance alone she was marked as other — and that sparked curiosity in the princess, albeit a dull, muted sort of curiosity.

I don't believe I've ever seen the likes of you, much less pestered you, Her thickly-accented voice was rough with disuse, but melodic nonetheless. Or are you some mad oracle, here to tell the wayward princess of her future doom? She tossed her head back and laughed in disdain of the notion.

My present doom is enough, thank you. I couldn't accept a drop more, Ilianora added, grimly cheerful.