Barrow Fields sky underground

she remained skeptical, and froze as he adjusted; when he moved a little closer she tensed, and when he relaxed it took a few more moments before she did too, although not wholly.

reaching with a curious nose, she sniffed after him. he spoke more, the tone inviting in some way but sad, too. why was he sad?

maybe he was sick.

withdrawing after this, runa coils herself together like a cat-loaf and appears disinterested—but she hasn't run, and it is clear by the training of her ears that she is still focused on him.

a shiver runs up her spine, and the wolf puddle shifts.