Swiftcurrent Creek Lallybroch

Laurel was out taking a walk away from the Bypass when she happened upon the peculiar-looking wolf. At first she thought it was a pile of autumn leaves swaying on the wind, but when she came closer she soon realised that it was a wolf instead. Laurel did not feel very much like socialising, all in all, and she felt nervousness when thinking of meeting another man, especially out here in the open.

You know what happened last time. Nothing had happened. You looked like an idiot, my dearest. Nothing happened that time.

Laurel hesitated as she watched him take a drink; frozen in place, looking like a deer caught in headlights while she considered whether or not to come closer.