Heron Lake Plateau you should see me in a crown

Ker hadn’t expected the compliment, but it was certainly welcome. He prided himself on his keen observation, his ability to track, and, when necessary, to kill efficiently. In his mind, that was all he was good for, well, that and a bit of witty banter.

Thank you, he said, his tone still genuine, still open. And you’re right. It was only a matter of time.

He studied her then, taking in the sleek obsidian of her pelt and the stark white marking that split across half her face. Some might have called it ominous, a harbinger of misfortune. But to him? It was fascinating.

Mictec, he murmured, testing the name on his tongue as though savoring its weight.

With a slight nod, he turned his attention back to the fallen elk at their feet. Since you aided in the kill, it’s only right you share in the meal. I am but one wolf, after all. His voice carried an uncharacteristic touch of consideration. Do you have others to feed? I’d hate to take a meal from those who may need it more.

A rare shift in demeanor, but not an unwelcome one.

He stepped closer to the carcass, lowering his head to take in the rich, metallic scent. It had been days since he’d last had a proper meal, prey was scarce in the winter, especially for a lone traveler. Hunger gnawed at him, but instinct kept him patient. If she had others to provide for, he would wait.