If a creature ran at you with its mouth open, fear was comparatively simple. If it sat calmly in the path and tilted its head as though it merely had concerns, things became less clear. 'Where are you going?' said the wolf. 'Through.' 'Through what?' 'The road said Through.' The wolf glanced back: 'Roads say many things. Why are you really here?'
Pale, watchful shapes sitting in the road without snarling, asking why you are standing there.
Cold breath in twilight air, quiet pawprints in moss, polite questions that dismantle your right to walk the road.
Motifs
▲The Wolves
〰The Red Thread
🧥The Red Coat
Notes
- They did not howl. They asked questions until you started answering for things you had never done.
- Danger had trained her to be polite.