Whitefish River Wheat kings and pretty things

It seemed she managed to dodge a bullet, but it didn't truly feel like a victory. Hieronymous turned to leave, and words caught in her throat. She appreciated the gesture, but she wasn't quite ready for the male to go, Ah— Hieronymous before you go...what exactly happened? It hadn't even occurred that the jump in topics might be confusing, but the scabbing wounds that littered his pelt had her attention since he appeared. The constable wasn't sure why she hadn't heard of this sooner, but she only hoped it meant whatever danger was near was now long gone.