Firestone Hot Springs Pride comes before fall

She looked away, which was what Basilie wanted. Her gaze remained trained upon the stranger's own eyes, witnessing their turn away and the brief lingering look that Osprey held. Basilie's ego was strengthened by the forced deference, and after a moment she too slipped her gaze away; but her head was high, alert and regal.

The stranger did not agree to the assumptions, but she also did not refute them. That was acceptable enough. When the stranger leaned closer, Basilie did not move; she accepted the company of the other wolf and chose to view them as a potential ally by virtue of their gender, as well as the calmed manner of their meeting. - I guess that you have come a long way, seen and done a lot. Am I right? the woman asked, and Basilie gave a small nod.

I come in search of some family. Still she would hold her secrets close. After her tussle with the other lone wolves that she'd encountered, Basilie was not keen on sharing anything at all. She had clues which pointed her south at the very least.