this wolf wild heart was not made to surrender

Buoyant with Melita's own sense of pride, Ludo seemed content to watch the honeybee girl and her renewed confidence, however fleeting it might turn out to be. Still, its rags drooped again somewhat at her question; she might already know its answer from that gesture alone. "It is hard to say," it admitted. "From within the barrier, they are not capable of more than what you have already seen. Now...?" Now who knew. The Voice had already been stretching her legs, it appeared, with acts like that which had transformed Wessex. "I do not know," it said. "Time will tell, and time alone. Tread carefully, sweetling, if you endeavour to find out." LUDO Braved the forests, braved the stone Braved the icy winds and fire Braved and beat them on my own