Bramblepoint behind her tired eyes

would praimfaya have known him better she would've thanked him for his concern, but as it was, she is wary of strangers though not as half as prickly as her mother before her had been. wanheda didn't have the luxury to be so cutting towards wolves she doesn't know. to be commander was to know the difference between when she was to be warrior and when she was to be the ambassador. one day, she would be the voice of her people and she had to know the difference. the stranger doesn't appear threatening and hasn't done anything to warrant bite of her tongue.

and does not bite with his own words as he responds to her inquiry with one of his own. a fair one, at that. are you in search of a pack? to winter with or, perhaps find a more permanent place among them? she inquires and offers a beat later, my home, roangeda, is in search of wolves and though we've only met you appear healthy of both mind and body. praimfaya says with a quick, assessing sweep of her gaze.