Emberwood a partial list of things currently inside you: blood, skull, ghost

He heard her name but made no acknowledgement. The business at hand commanded his attention and he spared none for introductions and small talk. He lead her to the creek without pause, north of the claim he now defended, and searched briefly along its snaking edge for a site suitable: one where the bank was not too steep or high and the water was no deeper than his chest — and not too fast. Somewhere a wolf could step in and stand with ease.

"Here," he beckoned. "Clean your face."