She flexed her fingers around the dagger in her hand and let out a slow and steady breath. The cold wood against her back gave a small measure of comfort as the wolves howled not far off. Chancing a glance around the trunk she saw the group of them. At first glance they looked almost innocent and non-threatening, but she knew better. She had seen what they did to the travelers up the road and she was not going to be their next victim.
For a moment longer she waited and watched. A quick prayer was whispered to the old gods and then she made a run for it. . . .
Scene : LOVE – WOLVES –
Pose is Le Poppycock **Children of the Forest* Whispering Leaves