Luneshale Pass with fire and with blood

"Hm. Fair enough."

Not a very promising start if an exchange of personal information was the goal. No name, no indoxation where he hailed from – of the mountains, or similar. Disa stepped out of the rain and beneath the natural awning, but did not shake. It had rained heavily enough  for water to hang heavy in her fur, smoothing it into wet spikes. This was the first time Disa had felt even remotely cold in months, and she enjoyed it.

The soaked wolf stared expectantly back at her packmate, silver on silver, and waited.