Whitewater Gorge And all those evenings

There's something about the woman that reminds her of the Qeya that she and Kavik crossed after leaving the Sanctuary. 

Despite her stillness and her calm, there's a hint of the roiling violence beneath the surface. A mask with cracks that reveals the true nature of Tundra. 

Still, Liri isn't one to pry. Despite her inklings of what Tundra is truly like, she ignores it, politely nodding at the woman's declaration of being uninteresting. 

"We settled in the Flatlands in late summer. We've only been here for a few months," Liri answered, sensing that the woman wants to change the subject and obliging. "You're a lone wolf, yes? Have you considered joining a pack?" 

Perhaps Tundra was one of those rogues that preferred solitude.