Duskfire Glacier Who does your honor sleep with at night

Lane nodded. She had seen the dark-furred woman around, and heard her name maybe once or twice. She and Wintersbane seemed to be two sides of the same coin, both dark-coated, diligent guardians, and more or less aloof in nature. If Wintersbane was looking for a woman who understood him, he had Tzila. If he was looking for someone a little different from himself-- sweet-natured and pretty-- he had Iana. Even if he wanted exotic, there was Imaq. 

Come to think of it, those were also the choices Rye had, if he was seeking a mate among the Duskfire women. 

There was nothing that stood out about Lane, and so she had to conclude that she had been selected for breeding merely by way of convenience. It seemed unlikely she would be singled out for any romantic overtures from either man, moving forward. Even now, Rye seemed to be attempting to disentangle himself from her company, searching for a way to wrap up this conversation. 

"Lane," she returned her name, trying not to sound too dejected. "Thanks, Rye.." Lane's gaze drifted in the direction that Rye indicated. She thought that it was maybe the direction of the pine forest, but it was difficult to see through the driving rain. After they parted, Lane would find herself drifting through the storm, slowly making her way toward the caves. Since she had no den, that seemed to be the ideal location to ride out this storm and this heat.