Shy Deer Steppes The heart is a wolf and it is made of glass

"To de east. It is a desert dere, much fire. De Cultum e Ignis lives dere. Cult of Fire in your tongue," Kinvara explained, shuddering at the mention of her birth pack. It couldn't even truly be called a pack, it was a group of selfish worshippers that had centered on the abuse of weaker wolves that could not fight back.

"Where you from?" Kinvara's head tilted in curiosity, she could smell a pack scent on the woman but could not identify who it might belong to.