The Others had learned to fear her now, their temperament improving by leaps and bounds over the weeks that followed her Ascension; their eyes small and shifting down to peer at the floor whenever she padded by, or left her Witch’s side. Her toes managed to scrape divets into the ground as she stood behind them and stretched, her body lean and malleable as she stood there breathing ragged pants behind their necks. Most would shiver, suddenly soured with the scent of Fear, the hopelessness of being caught out within a den of Wolves-