The Sunspire the greater the love, the greater the loss.

He ate a great helping of food, until his belly swelled just like hers- and that was something she could appreciate in a man. A man with a good appetite, who would eat his fair share, was a man who was fit to survive, thrive, and create good future generations. It was in harmony that they had felled the doe, without a word uttered between them- and like old partners they had dined side by side until they were both rendered sufficiently useless. 

She had always lived a life treating strangers with civility, and it was for reasons like this. Investing trust in a stranger could come at a cost- but more often than not, putting trust in a stranger, she found, she would find the same trust returned. And it was those wolves who seemed to understand that code that were wolves she wanted to have in her life.

”Figment Redhawk,” She murmured thoughtfully. ”Figment…It means…Like a ghost, yes? Something unreal?” She asked. ”English is not my first language,” She chortled with a slight shake of her head. ”I am Solveig,” She answered. She felt her cheeks warm. ”Charmed, to meet you, Figment.”