Altar of Twilight Forty thousand feet

for once! she's more interested in the other than in herself, curious what entanglements wraen has gotten into (though of course she accepts the compliment with a bit of preening and a playful-flirty "y'look pretty yourself.") bein' the tiny-scrawny thing she is, wb is used to surviving on scraps -- honestly she's never really been in a state of peak physical perfection (she's just good lookin').

the coygirl perks visibly at the mention of wolves traveling. founding! again! for a moment she thinks of bhediyon, what a pity, but when has she ever dwelled (one thing aside?) "oh, oh," wb says, "that sounds mighty fun -- think y'got room for a pretty lil scout like me?" scout she remembers from bhediyon and talking to ty about her particular proclivities for wandering at-will. even if they ain't nomadic, maybe they won't mind having her dip out and about if it's useful to them..!