Blacktail Deer Plateau Command me to be well

I do.  she answered, with a smile. She kept her ruined face turned away, so that her single eye could remain on him.  It was funny, together they made a whole wolf, in a way.  She always felt more at ease speaking with wolves who shared her scars; they were less apt to hold pity.

What made you choose Rusalka?  Do you have ties to someone here?  It was her first question, but perhaps the most important.  She liked to know where wolves in her crew stood with one another as well as with her.  Unattached, they may wander.  Attached to firmly, and... well, the sisters demonstrated that point well.