Nova Peak Toquer

“Ayovi,” she watches him as he talks. A scar over one eye mars the otherwise shadowed figure. His legs are long and stiff with strong muscles. Still, she was surprised a rapport had developed between her rogue and this hunter. Ayovi had never seen him want companionship outside her own.
“I admit, I had not expected Skorpa’s hospitality,” her voice is candid, blue eyes alight with humor.  Gently, she noses the trout towards him— a repast rich in protein and fat for gravid women.
“What brings you this far North?”