Totoka River foam on the waves

it seemed everyone was searching for someone. especially when they conversed with the likes of her. Huntington could not catch a break in that regard. whether they asked openly or merely suggested their path, she could not swing a proverbial dead cat without assaulting the notice of others. did she appear like one who easily sought others? no, she did not. her face and body were not one of, ah, trust. the others assumed things of her, like this woman.

"a girl" she repeated, seeing no such young woman in her travels. "I seek no children" she gave the other. whether this would bring her comfort or not, she did not care. "is this girl a member of your pack?" the scent of many was too much to guess otherwise. and seeing as she did not know the scent well... there was little harm in asking, correct?