Northstar Vale Here comes the rain again

Qamar noticed the black wolf's thick pelt held the water like a sponge; he kept shaking himself, droplets flying every which way, but to no avail--he remained wet. She was a bit soaked, herself, but paid it no mind, continuing to nod along as Hollow spoke.

"I used to be part of a pack, and my tribe operates very similarly," she explained. "I don't know if there's any major differences, beside the names."

Her ears pricked as Hollow mentioned interest. With a smile, she said, "I can take you to meet my chieftess, if you'd like. If you find her a worthy leader, perhaps you and she can talk further about your options."