River's head lifts, as if at a sound or a scent on the air.
She turns to look at the huge black wolf, her smile gone into a waiting serenity with no trace of fear. Slowly her hand drops from the tree bark to curl in her pocket; it's cold, and she has no gloves.
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Date: 2008-02-01 06:06 am (UTC)She turns to look at the huge black wolf, her smile gone into a waiting serenity with no trace of fear. Slowly her hand drops from the tree bark to curl in her pocket; it's cold, and she has no gloves.
After a moment, her mouth curves, very slightly.