Whitefish River Visvi

Ah, pack wolves pose many problems to lone wolves. Though there were two of them now, she did not trust that this man would remain should a pack arrive. 

His warning brought a question to the forefront, her head cocked. “And when it comes to you, need I be careful?” She had caught his gaze raking over her, taking her in. Her looks were foreign, she admitted that; even among those in her village was she vastly different. She shared the same lineage as her sisters, but she, of the three, had been painted in a way that was not…well, normal.

She had always felt it was to mark her as someone with a bigger purpose in life. It was why she ended up here in the first place, on her visvi.

The female eyed him, taking in his panting form. Should he prove to be somewhat friendly, she would offer for them to get out of the sun, or a wade in the river. It was better to journey with others than alone, even for just a moment. Whatever he allowed.