Morningside Cuesta this common blood iii

Easy appeared doubtful, but she had no real reason to think the young male was lying. If he was alone, he must be good enough at feeding himself — he seemed to be in perfect health.

"I've never met a wolf who lived in a swamp," she said, beginning to relax even as she found the man more and more off-putting. "Wouldn't a wolf get terribly moldy?"

She hated to be damp, herself — it was why she could never bring herself to move to the coast, even when she'd been invited. She preferred the open plains, like her father before her.

She glanced over her shoulder to be sure that the boys were nowhere in sight before taking a step closer.

"What's the matter with your eyes?" she asked him.