Duck Lake Young men's love doth lie ne'er in their hearts; only in their eyes

A woman found her this time. Dark-furred, red-eyed, nonsense on her tongue. Marina abruptly began to back away, unsettled by her grin and her emaciated appearance. There was something deeply wrong with this wolf. Sickness of some kind, though it was nothing she had seen before.

Whatever it was, she did not want it for herself. Solitude, Marina snapped in response to the only words she'd actually understood. Her hackles bristled, and she watched the sickly woman closely.