Kildeer Rest Apparently we share a common plasma.

The boy left.

There had been some tension to him. Possessiveness, maybe. The wolf did not care for the sight of it, but he knew to pick his battles. This woman was not appealing to the traveler. Once the boy had turned to go the warrior lifted his eyes to watch him, noting more scars; more marks that this white wolf had been through a test of some kind.

The snow-woman was beside him soon enough, with questions.

I am called Tulimaq. He chewed for a moment, appearing thoughtful, his eyes lingering upon the spot where the boy had been standing. The woman's name was of no importance to him but the wolf wondered aloud, —is your son often so dutiful?