Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

His expression morphed into one of distaste, and he expressed his opinion on the name. She blinked in surprise, she had not expected him to say that, of all things. His voice was low, and in a moment his face smoothed over again. Was he not happy with the current situation? Was he hiding something? Althaia did not know his motives, and that worried her. Perhaps, he was on her side! Unlikely.
"I came from the north. By the sea"
Her eyes misted over for a moment, greet regret for the sea she would probably never see again clouded her features. The waves against the sand, the screech of gulls, the tang of salt. All memories from her childhood, her adoptive mother and the small pack by the sea. A twinge of pain brought her back to reality, and she lapped once more at the water, eyes on the dark male.