To the divine, mischievous spark in you
She is taking her first bite of bread and cheese when a streak of silver catches her eye. Immediately the morsel is forgotten; all of Poppy's attention shifts swiftly to the sterling wolf. It is not unheard of to see such creatures down in the Barrows, but certainly uncommon enough to warrant notice. Is she hunting?, Poppy wonders, pulling her legs beneath her and rising up onto her knees, a hand pressed to her freckled forehead as she peers into the mist. There's no sign of a pack in pursuit, which means perhaps this is--
"Oh!" The sound of a distinctly human voice catches Poppy by surprise. "Hello!" Turning around, she's quick to take in the man and his companion, ochre eyes easily enchanted by the darker, male wolf. Puzzle pieces click in place; her pale face breaks into a smile. "She must be with you, then," the young woman observes brightly, shifting her gaze back up to the man. "I'd thought she might be a daemon, but companion makes more sense."
"Oh!" The sound of a distinctly human voice catches Poppy by surprise. "Hello!" Turning around, she's quick to take in the man and his companion, ochre eyes easily enchanted by the darker, male wolf. Puzzle pieces click in place; her pale face breaks into a smile. "She must be with you, then," the young woman observes brightly, shifting her gaze back up to the man. "I'd thought she might be a daemon, but companion makes more sense."
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