Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

Durnehviir, much like her dark companion, clung to the moment. She knew that she was weak with her inability to reign in the emotions surrounding the mystery of her family, her reliance on the comfort of a man she literally just met, and yet there she lay. Her only desire amid the confusion that had become her life, was to be close to someone - and Constantine fit that role with ease.

She was not solemn. Lost, perhaps, but Durnehviir had spent almost her entire life without truly knowing the family she'd been born to. She didn't need them, though part of her could not settle without at least trying to understand what happened to them. Her life on the road with Viinturuth had been nothing short of wonderful, for she'd learned so much. There had always been something missing, however: a dull ache around her heart. A longing for something without a name.

"The pack relocated when I was very young, but I don't remember where to," she admitted with a slight roll of her shoulder, a gentle shrug. She did not know where to even begin. Eager to shake herself free of her own family woes to focus again on the there and now, the tawny beauty rose her lovely crown and moved to the side slightly to look upon Constantine again. She smiled for him then, warmth lighting up her fine features and pale eyes, and her tail flopped contently at her rear. "And what brings you this far, if you are from across the mountains?"