Swiftcurrent Creek Pulcinella

The child's gaze soured like milk left out in the sunshine as she regarded the man when he spoke. Unwilling servant! She bared her gums at him, wild-eyed. 

The word witch drew a small hiss from the child, who knew nothing of the word's meaning, a mere coincidence. The man's lowered gaze stirred her to growl softly. Gentle words from the woman caused Cygnet to huff a soft breath, and looked up when the woman spoke down to her. 

This one was not who she chose, but she was a better alternative than the other wolf. She glanced once toward the pale woman, noting the hue of her eyes. She dropped her gaze to the woman's belly, and moved to nudge her chest. Hunger made her belly growl, but she did not think that this woman could feed her milk. Still- it didn't stop her from headbutting her, gently.