Qeya River Clover leaves and dandelions

It seemed perhaps she would not have much advice to offer; he wondered if the neighbouring wolves would be satisfied with the trade of basic knowledge for help with hunting. Surely, though, Silvertongue would not offer more than what could be expected. He chose not to question her reasoning- she seemed resourceful, and confident that their exchange would be fair. 

Some reason, he felt a twinge in his belly when she spoke the words ”And I can teach.” He was swift to dismiss the sensation, and felt lightly guilty for the path that his mind had gone down, even if only for a second. Silvertongue was an attractive woman, even if she didn’t intend to be noticed that way. 

She reiterated the location of the pack she had negotiated with, and for a moment, his expression went blank. He tried to recall if those were the wolves that the tongue-less woman had belonged to, but the name didn’t ring a bell. He suspected it was, but he didn’t feel it would be an issue. 

The woman hadn’t liked him, but she hadn’t really seemed to like anyone, anyway. 

”I kinda like the plains,” He said, with a light shrug as he tuned back into the conversation. ”I lived a bit in some foothills, near the mountains…It was pretty open there, but.” he shrugged again. Enough about him. ”You grew up in the woods?” He asked, curious to learn more about her.