𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐃 / the wolf that made it’s way into the tavern had it not been for the winter gale that cuts it’s way across the space. sends her riot of half tangled curls , matted with blood and sweat into movement , threads of copper shot through with gold. A SHIVER RIPPLES ACROSS HER BEING , a bolt of electricity jolting down her spine. skin tight , too aware , the way prey knows when the predator has found them. purple eyes meet those of the man before her. immodest. unhurried and unconcerned. the warm light does nothing to soften the silver of his hair , hands: sure , tender , scarred , hold up her tankard in a haphazard wave. amusement , like a wave washing over her features , familiarity breaking and cresting in the lines of her smile. the mischief caught in the corner of pink lips , chapped from winters kiss. DESPITE THE WIND HOWLING OUTSIDE ( or is that the wolf before her she’s hearing ? ) she melts into the scarred wood of the bar , languid , liquid , the rigidity of her spine giving way into a relaxed sprawl , ever ready but for the moment content to trust that he means her no harm. she waves him over , takes a healthy swig of her drink as she levels him with something fairly spilling over with humor , ignoring just how high she has to tilt her chin to look at him. “ you look almost as bad as when i saw you last , and if you’ll recall it was after a long night of fighting for our lives. have you rested at all , old man ? “