[ it's a familiar sight in milton to see three or four particular wolves roaming through the paths. one ghost-white, one pale-grey, one bright-red (though sometimes they are two). most of the time they run together early in the morning, or late into the night; rare are the instances when they're running about on their own. if not with other wolves they're beside particular humans: the white wolf stands nearly shoulder to shoulder with its human companion, such is its size, while the grey wolf keeps company a tall red-haired girl, both of them with wolfish eyes, clear blue matched with clear blue.
the latter pair meets armand along the road. the girl carries with her a covered basket, now rigged with ropes so she might wear it over her shoulder unimpeded. the wolf wears a bright red ribbon around her neck, the frayed edges whipping angrily whenever the wind picks up. when armand comes within their peripheral vision the pair turn their heads to him almost in unison, eyes sharpening with a quickness before the visibly calms herself and holds up her gloved hands as a gesture of peace.
i. the road
the latter pair meets armand along the road. the girl carries with her a covered basket, now rigged with ropes so she might wear it over her shoulder unimpeded. the wolf wears a bright red ribbon around her neck, the frayed edges whipping angrily whenever the wind picks up. when armand comes within their peripheral vision the pair turn their heads to him almost in unison, eyes sharpening with a quickness before the visibly calms herself and holds up her gloved hands as a gesture of peace.
look: no weapons. ]
Ser, you should not be out here. Are you lost?