Stavanger Bay the lighthouse

for a moment, she considers shattering the mirage she's spun.  there is little harm in an interaction with a lone wolf.  the ones belonging to packs provide the most risk.  then again, she would be a fool to think packs do not have their paws in many interests.  natshana watches knaven with a weighted gaze; it hangs on him heavily, encroaching on him as moonlight does in the absence of day.  she won't be able to get much out of him with this tactic.  her mask falls like porcelain to the floor, shattering into many, violent pieces.

"i suppose the charade gets old quickly," she offers out of the blue, decidedly ending her ruse prematurely. "in these lands, i am a wolf without a banner, but that does not mean that there are not those i pledge allegiance to." her tail sways once, and she reclines to a sitting position. "what is your trade?  perhaps we can help one another.  i seek to understand more of these wilds."