These haunted lullabies

"Speech"

Well wasn't that something to see, Recluse hadn't seen a wolf so bright since her brief stint in Winterfell, when the serpent king had taken a new little toy as soon as he was done pretending to give a shit about her. The pale vixen slid along through the woods, Lilith coiled in her usual spot around the wolf's neck. Recluse flashed her tongue along her fangs, feeling her curiosity piqued. She was certain he hadn't noticed her yet, tucked into his little makeshift den as he was, but she could just make him out form her place in the underbrush.

Well, might as well make an entrance right? The girl rose to her full height, emerging from the brush, long legs carrying her towards his nest though now she was pretending she didn't notice him, instead settling herself in his view, turning her back to him, a soft feminine sigh lifting from her lips as she pretended to be tired, falling onto her haunches with the sort of only barely controlled descent of someone desperate to get off their feet. She lifted her head as if observing her surroundings, but the girl was waiting, curious about how he might respond. She didn't always play like this, but she had to admit, there was some thrill in allowing herself to be vulnerable to a total stranger.