Ouroboros Spine Safety

Yellow eyes met green, and Qadira took in the many scars the stranger bore - more, perhaps, than the bear-wolf with the missing eye. Her head tilted slightly, then the stranger spoke. "I was hoping to find a pack - I come seeking shelter for the winter. My name is Qadira, and I am a mercenary. I was already denied by these bear worshippers in the east, simply for refusing to treat a bear like a God." Qadira snorted, her irritation with the bear-wolves plain. She shook out her pelt, then asked, "Are your leaders around?"