Northstar Vale Here comes the rain again

He had already made arrangements to go elsewhere. Qamar felt a pang of disappointment--the dark wolf would have made a fine addition to her tribe--but was careful not to let it show on her face, continuing to smile warmly at Hollow Riken. "Glad to hear you've already made a few acquaintances here in Teekon," she said. "If you change your mind, or if those plans fall through, I invite you to find me again. I will bring you to our tribe's borders, introduce you to our chieftess."

Her voice was smooth, almost coquettish, as she gave Hollow the invitation to give Ryujin a try, if he so desired. Her mother had taught her that trick. Men can be wooed into following you anywhere, she had told her only daughter. It was said that Malka, one of the most beautiful creatures in the northern wilds, could ensnare any wolf to do her bidding with merely a smile. If Qamar had inherited one-tenth of that talent, she would find herself in an incredibly fortunate position.

She did have one further question for the black loner. "Why do you wish to stay here in Teekon? There's scarce prey to be found. What has convinced you to remain here?" There were no ulterior motives behind this query; Qamar was honestly curious.