Nova Peak Pärry

she waits in that careful pose, eyes tracking the alpine she-wolf as she spoke. the fur along the stranger’s nape loses its rigidity, and she speaks of this place as a hunting ground for packs. 

plural. the presence in the back of the girl’s mind takes note of this. 

now her attention shifts back to vermouth. she’s followed him just long enough to become accustomed to his mannerisms, but this was different. bizzare, even — what was he doing?  

 he moves down the slope towards the sky-wolf. everything in his posture is disarming, but the girl’s heart races as she remains behind.