Kildeer Rest cloak and dagger

After closing more of the distance, the ebony queen places herself in a sit and offers yet another calm smile. She no longer has to call out to him, but there's still plenty of room for him to snatch his kill and run if he was still nervous. He made a correct statement of her lack of a pack, and she thought with a wince that itd been nearly a year since her packs destruction.
"You are correct. It's been a year since I've had a place to call home. You seem to be a pack wolf, no?"
She sniffed towards him curiously, catching scents of the Dragons he called family. She'd not yet found their borders or their scent, but none of that mattered: if Spring wasn't there, she wouldn't be either.
"Do you know of a girl called Spring Ciel?"