[Caitlyn is surprised by the lack of grace with which Lan Wangji descends into the den. But she follows, keeping the gun raised, even as her own feet find themselves sliding more than she would like. Still, she's at home here, much more comfortable with a slippery forest floor than a ballroom.
She doesn't allow herself to be bothered by the scent; if there are wolves in this den and she loses focus, if she can't shoot fast enough or straight enough, they could both be killed. But when it becomes apparent that they're alone - except for food that has no business whatsoever being in a wolf den - she lowers the rifle.]
Did someone leave it for the wolves? Or is someone else living here?
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She doesn't allow herself to be bothered by the scent; if there are wolves in this den and she loses focus, if she can't shoot fast enough or straight enough, they could both be killed. But when it becomes apparent that they're alone - except for food that has no business whatsoever being in a wolf den - she lowers the rifle.]
Did someone leave it for the wolves? Or is someone else living here?