The morning after...

Lady woke up to the sun pouring in from her window. She had went to bed after Detta left, hoping to sleep off what the greyface had done…

“Im back!” She squealed, jumping out of bed. “I have to find Detta!” 

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Detta was at home, exhausted and moping. She’d barely slept for worry over Lady’s whereabouts. The wolf thing still freaked her out…she’d drempt about wolves when she did fall asleep. Had she really bared her soul to a wolf? Confessed everything she felt about Lady, not to the woman herself, but to a wolf. “What’s wrong with me?” she groaned, pulling the duvet over her head.