Ravensblood Forest all gods who receive homage are cruel

he seeks answers for her replies. yet something told her that he would find no satisfaction in any she spoke. "your eyes are brighter than most" she admits in her quiet tone "they are not dulled with anxiety nor stupidity. they have a spark to their coldness. suggesting a depth that most do not have." it was quite simple, really. she did not say how intelligent he was. he could have a ten percent above average. he could have ninety percent. the fact remained that Huntington saw some life to them. compared to the dullness of the basic ones.

she sought only a name for the pack, though he was quite keen to keep it to himself. no matter. she merely stared openly at him, unblinking. the passing spark of interest lost. must not be keen on new members if one could not even ask the name of such a place. though she could easily pluck the scent clinging to his coat out on her travels, applying it to the location matching. "then keep it close" she does not sound unkind though she does not sound offended either. a mere statement.