its a bitter world and id rather dream

Today felt like a lazy day. The dainty woman was inside her cottage, sprawled out on the new tiger skin that had been gifted to her by her mother. She had the idea to make the large skin warmer, but she had to track down a sheep first. She'd heard word of one of the packs raising sheep. Perhaps they would part with either a whole sheep or a pelt if she asked. Then she could add extra warmth to the striped skin. Perfect for warm, winter snuggling.

"Roan," the woman purred as he entered the cottage. He'd been out quite a bit lately. Now that his shoulder was healed, she imagined he was working on building back the strength that he'd lost. His face looked serious though and so hers went serious as well. "It's time, is it?" She knew the day would come where he would decide to extract his revenge. She just didn't know that it would come so soon.