Emberflame Ridge Two roads diverged in a yellow wood

She nodded, and looked at the canopy of branches and leaves above, filtering in the summer sun so that it gave a dappled glow to the forest floor. "It is lovely. And it seems as if life is returning to Teekon once more. Fortunately."

She again smiled at the stranger. "My name is Qamar, of Ryūjin. I live a few miles south of where we stand. What about you?"

This was not a wolf she could recruit; his scent was clearly marked with others, signifying he was part of a pack. No matter--it would not be a complete waste of time to have a short conversation with him, and maybe a hunt as well. Her stomach grumbled at the thought of prey.