Greatwater Lake jenny o' the woods

"evening, my lady," stigmata rumbled, giving a bob of his proud skull in greeting, watching her approach with a metered expression. he couldn't fathom why she approached - leaving her meal in the talons of an opportunist - but the hound was nothing if not a curious sort, so he remained rooted to the spot and quiet; tediously fixated on the she-wolf. her confidence pleased and unsettled him all at once, because while he could certainly appreciate a female of her bearing, he that, like takiyok, it would take great tragedy or more to bend her to his will.

he tilted his head at her, noticing lastly that she had separately colored eyes, and his imperious gaze regarded her questioning expectancy, without speaking another word.