Wapun Meadow be gentle as you tear me apart

that laugh sends a cold chill through her veins; it was dark, cruel. winslet frowns and draws into herself. she felt as if she was a lamb, and he the big bad wolf. she'd remember his name, as a reminder to stay away, should the situation sour further. 

"i was waiting for someone." it wasn't really a lie; she'd been hoping the southern gentleman would've found her before this beast. "and you? you aren't with bearclaw?" she inquired warily. what was he doing out here, skirting along their borders? 

looking for trouble, she assumes.