Fox's Glade to help a family that's been replacing me

oh, the water was cold — but much needed. it crept like a bracing poultice along caiaphas’ sore bones, bringing to light the devastation of her condition.  

she was not alone for long before a lean wolf appeared, vexed by both her thrifty appearance and her gender. lifting her muzzle above the water with a wearied glance, the crone remained where she was — albeit defensively ready, lest this male have similar ambitions as Sarah to end her life early. not going to kill me, are you? came the wry press of the siren’s words, tinged with a scattering of challenge in her dark tone.