Dawnlark Plains η

last for me, thanks so much all!

Saatsine agrees. Ayovi's smile broadens for the silver woman, a cordial head dipping for her and the chieftain she translates for.
Faust refuses, and the huntress cannot help but wonder if he is only contrarian for the sake of it. This was an agreement that would lift his tribe, secure the entire taiga if each clan kept to their word. It is the thinnest of agreements, for the Ashēeran would have demanded  a marriage alliance between sons of one house and titled persons of another. They would have intended for two packs to meld and become one in this way. Without blood, trade and common courtesy was all they had to cement goodwill between them.
But there was nothing more to be said as members of Darukaal and Saatsine fell into hunter’s tread, and she supposed they are not without some small bud of success.
Her gaze shifts to Skorpa. In it, the barrage of every unvoiced emotion. Then she too takes to the grazing plains.