Haunted Wood now it's three in the morning

valour, black hat—only @Vanity remains. she howls for the woman in the early hours of the morning, as the barest hint of light just begins to glow on the horizon. most of the pack are nocturnal, it seems, but if she isn't; dawn seems as good a time as any. 

she isn't especially fond of the woman. she's slippery, arrogant. but she knows better than to force her authority. no, that would open up a whole slew of possibilities in how the woman might react, very few of them appealing in any way. 

as she settles on the small ridge she's picked, she glances only once more at the shadows far at the edge of her vision. it takes her a while, but finally, she spots a flicker of movement again. satisfied, she turns her attention back to the conversation at hand, waiting for the woman to appear.