Northstar Vale the girl with the broken smile

The irisvar's pale gaze slid to observe him discreetly: the ripple of hard-won musculature flexing beneath his ashen coat in unison with his movements, the faded scars hidden within the tufts of dovegrey peltage, the towering size of his height. It wasn't hard to picture Collision as a dreskar. 

Seelie eyes snapped back to her own work at his following question - one she hadn't anticipated truly, though she should've. 

"Every-vhere an' no-vhere," Fen answered in a cryptic lilt, shooting him an impish grin as she deflected with humor. 

"I 'ave serve' many in ze nort'," she answered seriously after a moment, "Masters and packs alike."

"Once I be-longed ta ze stone valls and lost souls. Once ta the desertfolk. Once ta ze druids." 

The last she would not name. Awenfen would never belong to him. 

"Now I serve ze Lady Reiko," she glanced at him, faintly smiling, with a sheen of seriousness hardening her metallic gaze.