Death is only the beginning

The other wolf wasn’t outwardly opposed to her presence, and so the Archer relaxed internally. There wasn’t much change to her outward appearance, head still level with her spine, tail pointed to the ground. She took a few casual steps closer when the other wolf asked her question, easy smile on her face as she answered, "Nah, long way from home m’self," Her tail twitched in a wave at the tip, "Far ter th’ east, from a place called wildwood, an’ Torbine b’fore tha’. M’ younger sister challenged our ma an’ got ‘er ass handed t’er. I followed ‘er this far, but I figure she probly don’ wan’ family stickin’ their nose in, yer know?" It wasn’t like Tilly to blabber so much, but maybe the other woman had asked because she needed a distraction? "Matilda Archer," she introduced herself rather formally, "more likely ter answer if yer call me Tilly though."

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