Wapun Meadow ii. and an isle you must be

sorry for the delay!

A skeptical tilt of her darkened dome met the Druid's definition, a faint wrinkle of perplexion forming between her eyes (or eye and eye socket anyhow). Divination was not amongst the teachings prescribed in Lirean, it was a wholly new concept - not one she was certain she would put much stock in. 

"Our fates are never predetermined though," she countered, not unpolitely, "wouldn't your future be determined by what choices you make? The packs you join, the leaders you serve, the wolves you meet?"

Still, at his offer she felt a tingle of intrigue within - despite her doubts. "I'll bite: what's my future hold?" She questioned mirthfully, leaning back on her haunches in wait with a quirked brow of amusement.