Dragoncrest Cliffs bloodmother

Coraline grew quickly aware this was not a conversation meant much for her. When addressed, she gives a tilted smile. It be nice to meet you too.
The man lingers upon her with a darkened scarlet gaze. Had the season been colder, perhaps she would have been more receptive — but today she offers only the slight raise of her eyebrow in passive acknowledgment.
A woman of Moontide has passed, and two other coastal packs propose a hunt. Was this the business of Sapphique? Perhaps that was not her decision to make. Instead, she exchanges glances with her sisters, searching wordlessly for their opinions.