Whitefish River keep your head up

Saarthal's response was met with some level of examination. She did raise a good point. Mallaidh would not let any foul-hearted wolf frolic amongst them, would she? If there was ever a sentry to their group here, it was unquestionably Mallaidh. Varinril was okay with the influx of numbers amongst them. However, their gathering here brought forth questions for the Renatus. What did they hope to gain from this, if anything? Was it the promise of a full belly? Companionship? Or were their desires...deeper than that?

It was with a critical eye she looks at the girl now. Her coat is spun of turbulent clouds and her mien betrays nothing. They say that the eyes are the windows to the soul and yet...Varinril cannot see beyond those blazing irises. No, she can only assume. It was telling, though, that Saarthal did not ask anything more regarding the skirmish with that asshole back on the Thunder Dome. Relieving the girl of her speculative gaze, she looks West of their position, sights downcast. She sighs.

"In the short time we have traveled together, I consider her a good friend." They slept together, they hunted together, they shared their experiences with one another. There was still much to learn about one another, for sure. She has enjoyed her time with Mallaidh thus far. "And what of you?" Her abysmal optics settle back upon the girl's features, evenly rejoining:  "Have your eye on anyone special?"