The Heartwood Feel It All Without You

On her travels Andalusia kept frequent tab on the shifting of scent, in case she drew too close to the careful trails that marked another's home, and not once had she entered a territory uninvited. The woman's approach had been void of threat, but to hear from her mouth that she hadn't mistaken these woods as free ground came as a relief, and Andalusia let her nibbling uncertainty go.

The Ostrega sharpened her ears at the woman's affiliation with a pack in the North, and the lifting of her brows was the only clue the dark stranger had struck a recognition. Ciervo had mentioned a pack there, living on a Plateau. His interest had made her commit the small detail to memory, though she had not sought out the land herself. But the stranger gave no time for her to voice her potential ties before divulging her name, and Andalusia met Harlyn with equal tact. She gave a bobbing nod, not so elegant as the bow Harlyn offered, and gave her own name in response. "Andalusia Ostrega." She proposed her surname in hopes Ciervo had joined the Plateau and offered his, though from her track record with Sumayl, the chances of that were uncertain at best.