all my blood will spring and spill, I'll crash the air and be still [surveillance]

Wynter snaps out of another daydream to hear pawsteps on the stone. She looked out of the corner of her eye at the young male that was now approaching. The wolf made a quick submissive glance at her, but then his gaze went straight to the siren. He muttered something in what must have been the tongue the siren was speaking in earlier. She wished she understood what he was saying, but she was sure she would pick up on it eventually. It's hard trying to fit in, when no one wants to listen She glanced at the siren and the young male briefly and then went back into deep thought.

~Wynter~