Moonspear and watered heaven with their tears

Her head canted ever so slightly when he introduced himself. Was she meant to know of his father? Before she could think on it long, White Elk dove right into answering her question. Her eyebrows raised in slight surprise at his eloquence. She was impressed, though those same brows suddenly furrowed.

You didn’t mention anything about fealty. If you were to join our village, would you promise to stay? I’m tired of watching wolves come and go. She paused, her mouth curving downward. Mostly go.

The young Regent stopped herself there, her gaze pointed as she waited. Of course, he would probably tell her what he thought she wanted to hear. Or maybe he would be honest. Tiuttuk shifted her weight, weighing the words he had spoken along with those he hadn’t. It had been a solid answer, she had to admit.