Silvertip Mountain The brown ghost

Vectra's dreams were much different than he had expected them to be. Already he found his opinion of her lofty self-entitlement waning. “Why?” he asked suddenly, finding her something of an interesting case study and wanting to know more. What could possess a pampered wolf such as herself—if indeed she was to be believed about her family—to pursue such a rough and tumble lifestyle? Itsuki knew the Alpha was a warrior, but she seemed suited to it somehow. He doubted Jinx had ever been considered anything more than overbearing.

“Why not pursue a finer art? You must have had much time to think. I suspect you are intelligent, a good listener,” these were all but assumptions drawn from her apparent upbringing, but he imagined he wasn't far off the mark, “so you would make an excellent Counselor. Or a historian, who spend their lives in pursuits of knowledge. Why a warrior?” He was intrigued, and the Keizo intended to know what would draw a pretty woman to want to fight.