Swiftcurrent Creek paper crown

As much conversation as they shared in the short time period that they had, Shaara could almost relax at this point. Almost. She still hadn’t met this Alpha of his, and while Soltero was a rather chill dude, she was dubious of damn near everything at this point. Most namely psychotic brothers who murdered their fathers. But wasn’t everybody a bit crazy at this point in life? Hell, she just thought about manipulating Soltero into giving her a piggyback ride over a damn river and she had just met the guy today. 
Had to be the Era of the Crazy, at this point.

Lightly snowed feet nimbly picked up and put down tracks where the Keil followed her guide/inductor. All while they talked, she listed plenty of differences between herself and him, watching him with a gilded gaze of amusement and faux risings where the indications were needed to prove she was in the moment as he was. But was she? Stained glass eyes and colorful words were all she had left, but she used them when needed. 

Shaara waited, halting her gait as Tero did while he called for Constantine. How would this go? Or rather, what had she gotten herself into, this time?