Blackfoot Forest striding, powerful, into the arms of death

it is clear that the man can offer her no information about thade and praimfaya considers this for a moment longer as her tail brushes against her hocks, frostbound gaze flickers to the sundappled shadows around them before they rest back upon him; regarding. praimfaya supposes the lack of usefulness where information is concerned should be enough for her to be going on her way. in truth, she's had her doubts about finding thade before she ever set out from the spire upon this journey ...and not just because she wasn't a bountyhunter by trade. it seems unlikely to her that the boy lingers nearby, though where he'd go when still too young to fend for himself she doesn't know. as a cub, she did a lot of exploring it was true but always, always under the watchful eye of blodreina and later ingram, dacio and aleks.

frostbound gaze catches the action of his smirk, and the wanheda makes a small, coy tilt of her head as he states his observation aloud. she doesn't know much of anything about her paternal family but she knows from her maternal side that she comes from a long line of draconian women; and that she closely resembles her fierce, valkyrian grandmother.

for a moment, she contemplates the word 'survivor' and realizes that he's not wrong. to be a survivor meant to do whatever it took to ensure your life continued from sunrise to sunset and again. it takes a survivor to know a survivor. she observes, finding herself wondering what his story was.