Silvertip Mountain Tell Me What The Rain Knows

Their exchange seemed fragile at best, and Nanook's ears tipped away in slight discomfort. Perhaps Chaska would end this quickly, and they'd both be on their way. Instead, she appraised the smile that swept the man's face with a cautious glance, uncertain what to make of the new light in his eyes.

She hadn't expected his question, and she responded with a quizzical look. "Sometimes," she turned her head, her brow furrowed with uncertainty. She didn't know what to make of Chaska yet, but he stirred her interest again. "It depends."