Kintla Flatlands now I'm chained

A frown pulled at the corner of his mouth. Catamaran knew of a few coastal packs — one of which was no longer present, fortunately or unfortunately. The other... well, he had reason to avoid that area, considering he might have a few little bastards running around.

He cut a sharp glance toward the stranger, assessing her once more. They looked somewhat alike, he thought, struck suddenly by the idea. His expression changed, and he appeared suddenly warier; suddenly more interested.

But she was already leaving.

"... Be well," he said to her retreating figure, feeling, strangely, as if he'd seen a ghost.