Sunspire Mountains blood-waltz

one of hers? what did that mean? the Mayfair boy didn't ask any more questions, because he didn't want to seem like a baby twit. he gazed at the woman with what he thought was a level sort of calm, but his mind was churning with ideas of who she was and what she could possibly be to his family. at the other's mention of Eilidh and Constantine, his jaw tensed perceptibly, but he refused to comment.

he wasn't convinced she had come by the information through the beta male -- maybe she was a spy, or a former trespasser. either way, Casmir didn't trust the bear-woman. "you were in that cave a while back," he muttered, eyes resting on her face, though he couldn't bring himself to stare her imposing form directly in the gaze. "why were you fighting?"