Firestone Hot Springs please sign on the dotted line

It wasn't hard for Maera to notice his hesitation. Unless he was disoriented and genuinely didn't know which way his pack was - which was really problematic - Maera could see through his muttering. He didn't trust her. And well why should he? She was a perfect stranger. Yeah, she had sorta, kinda, definitely saved his life but still, she was a stranger.

His initial indecision on whether or not to reveal his pack's location was understandable. Maera wouldn'y trust him either. But not exactly because he was a stranger, no. But because trust was something that the Sveijarn had little of. She had lost it little by little with every disappointment that like her beloved feather and rocks, she had collected over time. 

When he finally spoke, Maera followed with her eyes over to the mountains he referred to. It was far but not too far. "what makes it so?" she asked turning back to lock her hazel eyes to his.