Porcupine Ridge the world will never be the same

He nodded, smiling. "A good choice," he said quietly, smiling as she gave him her name as well. "A pleasure to meet you. Do you walk alone, or with a pack?" The scent of others layered her pelt, though he could not ascertain a particular smell he'd associated with any of the bands here. It was good to ask, regardless. She may need a home.

All the while, he looked at her, thinking. A girl clearly intrigued by the stars--what would she say of Fengari and the asteria? Would it thrill her, scare her? Would she hang onto his every word like others had done? He waited for her to speak before offering his tales, knowing that going on a tangent now would not benefit anyone, least of all the two standing here.