Shadowwyn Moor if i had to think twice

As he spoke of drama, Quill truly became all ears. She thought of the one drama she had faced in life, and how she couldn't bear it to the point of changing her identity. A pack had tried to harm his before... but had not met success, it seemed, as here he still stood. Blackfeather Woods. What had the wolves who had killed her family been...? Well, now, they were the Dry Canyon wolves. A new age of them.

"It makes sense," she responded in earnest, "It is good that they will be able to fend for themselves." As her siblings and cousins had been unable to do. She would steer clear of those woods herself; she had no interest in falling victim to an attack of theirs. He was obviously a capable enough leader that he still lived past that challenge and could train them... she simply had done her fair share of fighting, and more than enough running from it.

As she looked at him, she could see that in him. Strong man indeed, and all the more handsome for it. Protector of all that was his. She wouldn't dare think that she, in any capacity, could be his. Aside from the drama he mentioned, he was a thing of perfection... a true sight for her sore eyes. "Likewise, Scimitar," she responded pleasantly, grinning as she spoke his name. Quill did not know of his imaginings, but blushed beneath his strong stare, looking away. He was the first wolf she had spoken to in a long while for such a length of time... and she found she did not want him to depart from her. He had a pack, however... somewhere to return to.

Still. Still.

"Where are we, now? What is this place?" It sure was a lovely evening, and the fireflies were only now beginning to emerge around them, transmitting messages to one another in their flickering lights. It'd been a while since Quill had truly stopped to smell the roses and look to the world around her... she'd been too busy running.