Swiftcurrent Creek deadly light

At the absolute least this pale man seemed knowledgable and recognized what she was saying. He knew Sif and he might've even known Wardruna but, he was a stranger all the same. Rheia was trying to calm down even as he spoke, and when he mentioned that they were part of his pack — and in her mind that meant a part of his family — it stung. Had Sif abandoned her on the mountain? Had she left her there with Refurhol as her only refuge and singular memory of her sister?

He asked her a question but it felt like he was asking it through a fog. Then, before anything else could be said she was hurredly backtracking through the conversation — N-no, no, Wardruna, no, she was shaking her head and skittering backwards as if the mention of the man was what frightened her; in truth, it was the realization that Sif had abandoned her. That her new sister had given up on her. That she had chosen Wardruna over her own sister. It was a pivotal moment for Rheia even if it was based on false information and her own insecurities.

With a small whine passing through her lips Rheia was turning on her heel and bolting from the presence of Xan, heading north until she found a safe place to hide and calm herself down. Once she'd thought things over a bit more then things would be better. For now though, she was afraid for her future.