Falls of the Hinterlands the card games and ease

Whrist resisted the urge the shake her body as the raven sunk it’s talons into her thick pelt, she mouthed it’s head and held it for a moment before releasing it and turning her full attention to the male before her. The raven sat perched on her back and cocked it head watching the other wolf with curiosity

“Well Patroclus I was in the area and couldn’t help but respond to such a lonesome call, truthfuly I was hoping to find a wolf or two to bring home but it looks as if you are already one of the Saints.” She scented the air recognizing the scents upon the air, though she could be wrong, it might be herself she was smelling

“How long have you been part of the pack?” She inquired perhaps she should spar with him and really gauge his worthiness of being called a saint of the dying light