Flycatcher Downs godling

a single ear flicked at her words, and for a beat stigmata was stricken silent. he turned now to face her, and his gaze alighted upon hers with the scrutiny of trying to recall something long forgotten. but he saw nothing familiar in the gray-wash of her coat or the brilliant marbles of seaglass that were her eyes. only a few seconds had passed, but he resigned now to the fact that she was just a stranger. one who spoke with an air of kinship where none belonged.

"am i?" the wolf drawled, showing his newfound interest with a deliberate step towards her seated form. "i fear i do not compare. not to you."