Luneshale Pass bread and butter pinot noir

She hadn't expected a wolf of his stature to be kind, given the circumstances, but he was – going so far as to reassure her that she wasn't in any trouble. Disa had never met a wolf that didn't defend its borders with violence first and questions never; her own family included.

"Verapaz?" she repeated, and felt emboldened enough by the giant's gentleness to look up at his face.  "Oh, is that your family? .. I'm not a cousin, or anything." She shot a glance past him and into the dark. "But I don't suppose you take stragglers? I'm healthy!" Her turn to reassure. "Just tired. And sort of curious to know how a pack makes a living in a place like this. " It was true - she could have walked on, but the unusual choice of territory warranted investigation. Disa smiled crookedly. "You hiding elk underground? Or do you trade scorpions for meat?"