Rising Sun Valley Eccentric orbit

Keyni is understanding, luckily for Deimos. Not many wolves have empathy riding their shoulders for their fellow wolves, particularly lone wolves. He notices she meets his gaze briefly and then looks away: what is she thinking, Deimos wonders.. but he stays quiet, listening to the seesaw cry of birds in the reeds. 

His attention snaps back to Keyni the moment she speaks. Her proposition isn’t a bad one. More mouths means more hands on deck to help hunt; sure they split the prize, but they also share the load. Deimos doesn’t think it’s a bad idea and he’s had luck with this arrangement before. That sounds like a fine proposition to me. Deimos rises, ready to travel with company once more. But I hope your game is better than what I just saw in the reeds. He’s joking, obviously - a glint appears in his eyes as he grins alongside her.