Silvertip Mountain The panic of your dreams keeps you awake

He stared at her for several long moments, filling her with unease. Her shoulders hunched upwards a bit, wondering if he had seen the bite mark on her neck and if that was the reason for his outright staring. Phocion seemed to snap out of it, laughing lightly and beginning to talk once more.

"A place far from here, a pack called Asmundr." The word was thick, guttural as she said it. "What of you, where have you come from?" Niita cocked her head curiously, a smile flitting across her face.