Mount Apikuni That these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever

She gave a polite nod, noting the woman's name for later. Hemera. Where have you come from, Hemera? She asks. Your scent - it's lonely. Viskani had rarely been truly alone within her lifetime, it was something she simply could not fathom. Upon meeting lone wolves she could not help but wonder what had put them in such a position.

Abandoning the remainders of her meal as she stands, Viskani closes the distance between the pair. She is far too curious to not take a closer look.

The woman in front of her is nothing to dismiss. Well-crafted by her home, surely, and it is in the nature of the matriarche to question the orgins of strangers. It is how the mother pack built up such a perfect pool of warriors.