Haunted Wood Strange circle

Thisbe watched as the lean shape of a young wolf approached them, indignant in her cry. The dark she-wolf was immediately irritated by such a confident display from a creature so fresh from youth.

With a cold glance to the pale shape of the wolf stranger, Thisbe huffed.

Pyramus was always so quick to chat, so quick to share a few clever words. Thisbe wished at times that he would simply silence himself. When he looked to her, she nodded her muzzle downward with a blasé expression.

Speak to the child if you wish, Pyramus.