Firestone Hot Springs visions of blood and family

Muirrin remained silent for a time and turned somewhat introspective after the male fell quiet, both her questions answered. In fact, her expression was one of both confusion and newfound respect for the male she had believed to be hunting her only moments before. I don't like being wrong, she thought to herself, her golden eyes critical as they swept over the male and took in his features. Strong, and has seen battles.

"You look like a warrior," she said finally, thoughtfully—"but you speak like a druid. What is your name?" His crime of spying on her was forgiven, if only because the male suddenly intrigued her. Although balance was important in her family's heritage and stories, Muirrin had never heard of a wolf that was both druid and warrior.