nce the words had been spoken, it mattered little to Rhiannon whether or not they had been heard by anyone present but little Juniper. The silver-hued wolfess decided then that there was no lecture needed following this encounter, that Juniper’s unfortunate encounter would be lesson enough without having to utter another word of warning. With a curt nod toward the younger of the feminine pair, Rhiannon would lead the way, but she would be careful to walk at the pace of her sister. She knew the girl well enough to know that Juniper was likely to be scared half to death by now -- whether this translated into a running gait or a slow, thoughtful crawl, Rhiannon did not know.


This was, in at least Rhiannon’s lifetime, one of many experiences with a male that left a bad taste in one’s mouth, a stark reminder that the opposite sex was not to be trusted. Purple eyes flicked backward over her shoulder as she looked once more to make certain that no one would be following them that day, and her tail lashed behind the femme in silent disdain. As they left the scene behind, the enchantress said a silent prayer of gratitude to Brigid, a bright goddess of life, for her protection that day.



/exit Rhiannon



@Juniper