Moonspear This Is Just a Dream

This silence that fell was much more comfortable than the first, yet as they sat she felt herself yearning to fill it. She thought for a moment, the silence filled only by the babbling of the water behind them. The scene here was serene, at odds with the multiple small tragedies and dramas that would soon be occurring within Moonspear. A question struck her and spoke it, less about him but more general information. "If I were to find a wolf on the border, seeking to join, what is the protocol? My old pack required acceptance by beta or alpha to be permitted within the borders. Is it the same here?" 

She waited for his answer and was tempted to ask him of his scars, now that they'd talked for a moment, for he had many. Her eyes moved over them for a moment, from his face to his shoulder. She hadn't meant to look them over so openly, but one had lead to others. Could a healer have closed these wounds and left him without scarring? Were they something he liked or hated? He'd seemed to like questions about himself and so she decided she would risk it, after he finished her first question of course. 

"Excuse me if it's rude to ask, but...your scarring. Are they from a single battle, or many?" She wasn't being outright manipulative by asking, it wasn't a thought that crossed her mind in any direct way. She did know he liked to talk about himself though, seemed happy when he did. So she had searched, and had landed on his scars. Her question was sincere, though she was likely asking from a different position that Charon might like to think. She wanted to know about their creation for reasons concerned with healing, not the victory or loss of her leader. She was smart enough not to say that though, she knew she was the only one so obsessed with herbs. Of course scars would be telling of his history though, things that might benefit her to know should an enemy come knocking.