Wild Berry Meadow i don't dream

He smiled at her words—nature would always give them a little nudge, it would seem. Though charming she may have tried to be, he found her words almost flippant in their nature, but not enough to seem untoward. He understood the nature of those who were nomadic and believed to an extent that they all were.

The world was ever full of change and as of late, it was nearly too much for them to handle. The prey had fled and yet they still clung to the region; he had little in the way of meeting faces and finding information. Eventually he liked to think one day it would pan out to something more interesting than a rough map of what their competition was doing and where.

"Valtari," he supplied. Annaliese, he could remember that. It would not have been hard to supply a pretty face to such a name either. But it was more than just beauty at play; she was shrewd and decisive, and he liked those qualities most of all.

"Have you been with your pack long?"