cut herself off completely from awareness by blocking her ears.
She would sit there, and listen for it. That at least could be something brave she could do.
"Are you going to sit there all night?" A voice asked next to her ear. Sanda screamed, toppling to her side and kicking out instinctively she encountered solid calves attached to long, muscular legs.
He did not move as she scrambled away from him, only watched through golden brown eyes. His form was obscured by a dark cloak made of deer skin, but he was tall and long limbed. His face lean and angular. His lower jaw jutted forward and his lips pursed in observation. He paused to inhale slowly and forcefully through his nose, eyes widening as they looked down at her.
Sanda licked her lips. This man must be from a neighboring village. He was an idiot to be out here during the sacrifice. “You should leave now,” she hissed at him, “The Lycans are coming.”
His eyes crinkled and his pursed lips quirked up at the corners as if Sanda had just said something amusing.