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boxfullofzeroesAisling's learned to be a little more discerning when travelers trespass through her forest. Her wolves do not need to rip families to pieces.
But that doesn't mean she simply ignores them. She follows along in the bushes, by scent and by sight, keeping an eye on who is foolish enough to try causing harm.
But that doesn't mean she simply ignores them. She follows along in the bushes, by scent and by sight, keeping an eye on who is foolish enough to try causing harm.
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Date: 2016-07-29 01:03 am (UTC)What she does do is jump, scrambling to her feet with an undignified yelp. A split-second later she has her back pressed right up against the tree, holding her book up in front of her chest as a very ineffective shield against... whatever that was.
Not a wolf, please? Winnifred opens her mouth to automatically verbalize her thoughts, thinks better of it, and snaps her jaw shut.
no prob :V
Date: 2016-07-29 02:11 am (UTC)A wolf slipping out of the bushes and sudden mist, all gleaming eyes and teeth.
A book. She thought all books were special, once--but only Brendan's was, and it's locked up where she can't get to it. There are many of those strewn about on the ground in her forest.
Deep in her chest, Aisling rumbles in disgust.