Deepwood Weald [m] and you can hold me, like he held her

"and what do they s-say?" lestan asked, mesmerized by her movements and the entrancing smoulder of her voice. no names had even been given, and he caught just the faint tendrils of pack beneath the stirring of something he had come to know.
so she had come to be alone? there was no man who claimed? lestan did not understand his thoughts; he did not want to border on profane. he entered the light more clearly, meeting her gaze with open intrigue.
did he want to ask by where she had come such a language; lestan wanted to see where and how they fit, but he kept quiet, compelled to be silent in waiting.