Wapun Meadow botchlings

Is it really so that every time I refresh Wolf, Stigmata's avatar looks different?

Names do not describe people, Sarah thought, but did not say it out loud. Maybe finding that Piper-girl was not that important for him after all. He probably did not care too much, which was a good thing in a way. Otherwise he would be a walking shell like her. Or he would not. Stigmata was hard to decipher and the more time she spent in his company, the less likely it seemed to understand him. 

Though he frustrated her and that hate within her was hissing and spitting venom, she did not leave right away. He was a problem for her mind to solve and, while the gears kept going, the darkness was kept at bay. So far she had come to a conclusion that he was a peculiar individual with an impressive vanity. In order to see, how far would he go on looking down at her, she canted her head and replied to his sugestion with a question: "Like what?" Curiousity was genuine.