Wild Berry Meadow It was all she had

a lengthy pause spread between them, the silence inciting hope that this woman could not speak, just like her. good; if that was the case, nothing would come of their meeting, and she and ‘vambrace’ could skip off to better climes.

but then she speaks. the girl’s gaze measured her with a cool sweep, ignoring her companion’s double take at her muddied complexion. jostled by his elbow and introduced, the girl’s unfixed stare gradually climbed to the she-wolf’s pleasant face, wishing the lack of urgency displayed here would shift.

maybe we ought to show some teeth and change the mood. suggested some inner thought; but where had that voice come from? the girl from sweetharbor was scandalized, and instead rounded upon her haunches with a noisy plop.