Two Rivers Isle he jests at scars that never felt a wound

Under different circumstances, she might have been attracted to her companion. He was certainly more than handsome enough and in good health, and he had just proven his adept hunting skills. Something deep inside of her thrummed with interest, but she pushed it away without even considering it. He was not of her pack, so such a pairing would be forbidden unless he joined their ranks. Plus, her interest in Quixote was not a fleeting byproduct of the whims of her estrus. She had no desire to use him and then cast him aside.

Jagwyr was his name. And what an interesting name it was. She caught his gleaming verdant gaze and grinned again, offering her own name in return along with answers to his questions. "Raven Redhawk. My pack lives at the plateau near here. And yeah, I've got a mate." Were she and Quixote mates now? They hadn't talked about what happened or what it meant. She had no idea if he intended to stick with her after the hormones subsided, but for simplicity's sake right now, she went ahead and considered herself taken. She remained where she lay, but pulled herself upright and reciprocated his own questions back at him. "How 'bout you? Do you have a pack or a mate?"