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Tickled by the straw caught up in her once again tangled hair - it couldn't seem to stay untangled for a long time - Lhuna stirred, but kept her eyes closed and remained lying down. She was quite afraid to find out that another Outlaw had died the Night before, and wanted to delay that knowledge for as long as possible. But she caught from snippets of conversation around her that no one had been killed. No one! She couldn't quite believe it. She decided that she was probably dreaming, and fell promptly back to sleep.
Later she got up, brushed the straw from her hair with her fingers, and looked around. It wasn't a dream! She mused aloud: "But how can this be? Can't the wolves feel frightened that the odds are against them so far as numbers are concerned? There is sense in the theory that this is a strategy to get the quiets lynched...but no one would be this foolhardy a few Days into this situation! Surely the wolves would find their strength in dwindling numbers of foes, although it risks their being exposed more easily...
Think about it. Their choice of kills could be manipulated to pin the blame on the quiets if they are so cunning. It would be a waste of opportunity not to kill someone when they have the chance! That leads me to wonder if we really have inexperienced wolves among us...or something happened last Night that they did not expect, and so prevented them from making a kill."
She sat down, overwhelmed with gratefulness that no one had died, and disbelief for the same reason. She stayed quiet as she let her thoughts organise themselves into words.
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