Chillaxing

Ardhel was concealed by the undergrowth. Who was this stranger, and what was she doing here, in her spring? She stepped out into full view of the black wolf. "Who are you? I am Ardhel." Ardhel looked accusingly at the wolf. She could trust no one. "Speak."

What were they doing in her spring, it was her place of solitude. She would come here when she wanted solitude, it was a beautiful place. She liked to watch the steam rising and see what patterned it made. She would let her imagination run wild, she would see galloping horses, grinning skulls, other wolves, everything she wanted to see, she could. It was her own little world.

She looked at the wolf studying its eyes, they were a beautiful colour. Blue, almost purple, they were mesmerising.