Spotted Eagle Mountain evermore

her brow narrows, shoulders tense. "how do you know?" stupid, perhaps, she ought to not have pointed out so plainly that's he's right. the wariness in her voice is a clear enough sign. her gaze traces his face, pelt, the cut of his silhouette. vague, twisting familiarity and nothing more. she's always made it a priority to know more about others than they knew of her, and now she's faced with a clear disadvantage. 

"you're from blackfeather." she states. it's the only explanation; their family as it had stood had begun and come to an end there. had he cited only one half of her bloodline, he could have been anyone.