The Wall Toome

Ayovi, whose eyes have been wedded with the treeline, looks up at him suddenly. To her credit, she does not flinch though her mouth parts in sharp protest, “any pack that would have me will perceive a threat in you.”
She knew she had a better chance to grow back her strength with Faust than she did on her own. The luxury of thinking beyond the next day was not something she’d had in some time. But she also hadn’t escaped the clutches of Wide Fang to fall in with a lone man– particularly one she was wary of, who saw her as feeble. Whose motives were unclear.
“What demands will you make of me?” No man was truly so selfless. Not with women. Not in winter. She pins him with that skeptic’s glare, all pride rearing in spite of how tall and wide he looms.