The Heartwood Stillness

after the confusing encounter with the pretty wolf dame and her brother witchbaby cuts a path back west, thinking, man, all this runnin' around is starting to get pretty tiring. she'd never thought she'd see the day where she wants to pack up the ol' wanderers boots and find a place and settle, but then again she ain't thought she'd end up all alone like this. not that weetzie ain't fine company when they see each other, but she's a socialable girl and her rejection from that stuffy beach pack still stings a little. 

just a little. mostly she thinks there must be something wrong with the lot of them. 

wb's crossed the heartwood before, and just like before, it feels like a too-apt metaphor for the smoking remnants of her young heart, left so callously aside to rot. this time though her little friend ain't around to distract her -- no, instead there's another stranger nearby. curiously the coygirl draws close, feeling just a touch more prickly than usual and so lacking her normal exuberant charm and greeting. instead she makes a chuff hello, her face tilted curiously.