Stavanger Bay Chasing the horizon

Manauia made no move to challenge the female who approached, but neither did she submit. Her expression remained unchanged, cold and disapproving. This woman was neither her queen nor her commander and therefore would be afforded as much respect as a stranger was wont to receive.

Her question was not unreasonable and just the thing the Amazon huntress had been expecting to hear on approach. As she was about to answer with a question of her own, a male followed. She dismissed him immediately, but was surprised when he greeted her with knowledge of her home. Had he been to Coatl's Rise? And was still among the living to speak of it? Perhaps he was an escaped slave or consort of one of the warriors. In any event, it was nothing worth worrying over, for she had a bigger mission here.

She directed her response to Thistle, the woman affording more of her attention than the male. If he knew of their people then he would be aware of why. "I come seeking a wolf. A young man, with pelt brown as an oak's bark and markings of white beneath each eye." She assessed them both keenly as she spoke, wanting to keep track of the male's reaction to this news as well. Unless they were practiced liars she would know it when they spoke false. If only Nochtli were here, she was even better at the art.

She did not mention Sveinn's princehood, unsure if the information would cause issue in her search. It was unlikely that they would know him by that name in any event. A physical description held better chance of returning results.