Oh such grace! Oh such beauty!
And lipstick, and callous
and fishnets and malice

To be perfectly honest, Harridan was worried something had happened to Abraxus. She had caught neither scent or sight of him in a long while and he hadn't even approached her this winter. She knew she shouldn't worry, that he was off raising their daughters or conducting some master plan to stir up the comfortable peace that seemed to reign supreme here. But Scallywag had looked confused when Harridan had asked where her father was and returned with a question as to the whereabouts of Maud. That was concerning. Surely half of her family wouldn't leave without the other half right?

Harridan held all of this anxiety close to her chest and beneath a mask of benevolent indifference. Why should she show her cards to the world for them to judge her. The red amber eyes watched the ground in front of her. The nose sniffing at the air and catching a great many scents in them. Stranger still was that some of them were packwolves. She knew by the slight oceanic smell of Glorall, the boggy smell of Iromar, the smell of mineral dust on the coats of Spirane, the woods smell of Tavioria, and the smell of shrubs and herbs that designated Diveen. Still most of them were loners. She had come across their scents in her travel but it was strange to put scents to faces now.

She watched as those chased down their meal. She thought how interesting that these wolves chose to band together without any thought as to who would eat first. Harridan was more than content to watch them gorge themselves, leave and allow her to suck the marrow from the bones. She sat down a fair distance from them, watching keenly but not lifting a paw to help. Why should she stress and worry herself about something like that? If they failed, then she would pass the time hunting voles in the fields. She would not starve. She would survive just as she always had.