Bramblepoint behind her tired eyes

child, a masculine voice calls out to her. it draws praimfaya's steps to a stop and her frostbound silver gaze scans the woodlands until they land upon the shadowed man that spoke to her. the resists the urge to grind her teeth at his choice of word. she is painfully aware that she is a child to those that look upon her, but she hasn't felt like a child in so long. long gone is her desire to romp and play. whatever carefree demeanor she once harbored was stolen from her the moment her mother pushed her out of the way of that boulder and sacrificed herself. but...this man doesn't know this.

my name is praimfaya, she supplies with an imperious lift of her chin. wanheda. the girl had been killed with her mother and in her place wanheda had been born in full. and i'm fine. she brushes away his concern flippantly, her gaze searching his concerned facial expression with caution. the way he seems parental in his concern is a bit perturbing to praimfaya whom is both reminded of her own father. its just a small scratch.

and then because she thinks of roangeda ( its rare these days that she doesn't ) and notes that he has no pack scent that clings to him praimfaya sees the chance for opportunity. you are a lone wolf? the words leave her lips as more of a statement and less of a question, hedging to see if he is potential recruit material or not.