Wapun Meadow You sleep rather soundly for a murderer.

Constantine's expression changed, and Durnehviir did not miss this subtle shift. There was a certain sadness in the smile that tugged the corners of his mouth, a glimmer of sorrow in his bold tangerine eyes. She wondered what was on his mind in that moment; her own past was a troubled one, and the tawny wolfess did not doubt for a second that she was alone in that category. It was not her place to ask, however, and so she disregarded her observation. Durnehviir did not know what the outcome of this encounter might be, or if she'd even see her dark companion again. 

His family were out of the picture, and he was tired. Briefly she wondered how he went on with the knowledge that his family might be alive, until he admitted that he made some "mistakes". It was then that the crimson-tipped Frostfur pricked a velvet red ear, but again she did not question the swarthy stranger. Whatever he had done, curious as she was to know this male who intrigued her so, it was not in Durnehviir's nature to ask unknown wolves of their personal woes. 

She was content to move their conversation on, eager not to delve too deeply into the subject of her own missing family or be forced to consider what her future in the Teekon might hold. "So you ventured here," she said, a bright smile and mischief in her champagne gaze; "and you found me."