Dawnlark Plains glass eyes

sorry for the wrong assumption!

there had been too many wolves upon Moonglow's slopes to remember this woman. had she recalled the face, the scent, she'd be much more aggressive. 

those teeth, that had shattered her ankle—

as it is, she looks between the two with simple wariness. my pack, 'dhat way, she says curtly, jerking her head toward the Rise. one of mine killedh' o'hher day.

her nostrils flare; neither smell is familiar, and definitely hadn't painted the northern woman's broken body.

'hhlooking for warriorhh, hun'herhh. you are?

her broken speech does her no favors, but she figures she must inquire, anyway. if they are to linger nearby, Avicus might as well get some use out of them. and she has an established home, a group of wolves. . .