Silvertip Mountain warm wine

In a single sweeping glance of the fire hackled, dark man, Keyni was able to get a good read of him. She was a little taken aback to notice he was missing an eye. But being infamous for her cool composure, her expression remained even and smooth. He radiated intensity, and not of the good kind as his voice furled forth.

The plume of her tail gave a swish. "It would seem so. I hail from a pack to the south, beyond your mountain." She edged around giving out an exact name or location, due to the prickle of her skin he invoked. "A chance meeting, but it is better sooner than later, so that we might respect our space." She said with diplomacy. As he edged closer, her stare didn't waver, nor did she. Though cautious, the tundrian was hardly rattled by a little intimidation. "Have you been settled long?" She asked, trying to attempt the atmosphere conversational.