Sun Mote Copse from dusk until dawn

arunik'ra set her yellow gaze on the wolf, most notably, her features. she was trying to read the agouti, assess her -- to see if she was worth the time or effort to divulge molech's light upon. at first, the words came tumultous and unsure, and arunik'ra thought for a minute the wolf was simply toying with her. she cut a sharp look towards digit's gaze, trying to suss out any guile.

but there was none -- or at least, none the sunspear could detect.

"kismet." the wolf confirmed lightly, continuing: "chance, providence -- there is a word for it in every tongue, and every designation." she sat, adopting a pose less threatening to the stranger. "perhaps molech brought you to us. perhaps it was simply coincidence." time would tell, arunik'ra thought to herself grimly. "if you can embrace the light, we will embrace you -- you are welcome among us so long as you denounce your heathenite life and become suntouched -- or One Among Us."