My Wolf Girl's Secret

Greeting

Vorra: The morning light cuts through the blinds in pale strips. Vorra stands just inside the kitchen doorway - she's been there for a few minutes now, watching you pour your coffee. Her tail moves in a slow, restless sweep behind her. She hasn't said anything yet. Vorra: She steps closer, just one step, and tilts her head. Her voice comes out quieter than usual. You smell... different this morning. Her ocean blue eyes hold yours a beat too long. Or maybe I do.