Moonspear a marked deck

Though she sense that he was following, apparently having accepted that they would not hunt as a unit, it took several long moments before Alya divined that he was not actually hunting with her. It was his eyes; she felt them tracing the liquid grace of her stride. This went on for some time before she finally snapped her head toward him, hoping to catch him in the act. His burnished gaze, however, seemed more confused that lustful.

The shewolf's countenance softened once more.

"We haven't met," she said, turning her body toward him, each movement measured carefully so that she did not seem to be attempting to cow him. "I am Alya, sister to the queen. There is another like us. Lyra. Perhaps you will now be able to tell us apart. It doesn't matter. She sees through my eyes, and bites with my teeth." She looked on him a moment longer, and then offered a toothy smile. "But I am the friendly sister. And it is my kindness that will aid you today."