Firestone Hot Springs I've got my eyes closed

"You smell of the Plateau," she answered, the same response she'd given Taltos when they first met. Minus the sarcasm.

Falwasi's mind continued to remain on the small juvenile she had seen at the bottom on the Sunspire. The two youngsters' coloring was nothing alike, but something about them... was it their physicality? Something made the Creek wolf speak up to change the conversation, replacing her bother to hear how Lasher was.

Suddenly aware that she was staring at Saena, the honeyed wolf justified her actions: "Excuse me," she said, blinking as she dropped her gaze from the creamy girl, "You look familiar. Do you have any siblings?" Falwasi asked clearly, innocence in her voice. Nothing in her tonality was nosy or rude, it was exactly how she made it out to be.