Twisted Slough Amazonian

Her words were many and hard to follow, especially in a foreign tongue. Dagfinn's confusion led to a dulling of his ardor for the woman, though she remained as beautiful as ever to his eyes.

He came to realize, slowly, that she spoke of something he was not familiar with, and that he was not sure he entirely agreed with. Something about Molech did strike a chord with him - especially when she spoke of his blessings and the companionship the pack would offer - and did he hear wrongly, or did she speak of a sister? This was something he surely appreciated; for the only thing better than a pack with this beauty was a pack with two.

But, in the end, he could not truly say whether or not he wanted to join her - not then and there. Perhaps he would track her down again, or perhaps she could persuade him, still. Oh, how he wanted to be persuaded!

"I don't know," said the young man, allured but wary. "Tell me more - or tell me where I can find you again."

So sorry for the wait! I'll try to post more quickly next time. We can keep going here if you want, or he'll find the Copse if she gives him directions.