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No. His head rose, dark eyes meeting the fire-touched gaze of the woman before him. This one makes home in forest of ravens. Though his travels were not far behind him, Stjornuati was glad to be settling down before winter came; the protection of the Watch would serve them well when the cold arrived. And yet, they could not prepare enough. While the gathering of wolves at the watch grew, Stjornuati knew they needed to find more able-bodies that could hunt and protect. Could she be one of them? Would she?

You have survived alone long, ja? Half observation, half question, he let his ears rotate forward so that his attention focused on her rather than the fireflies. For now, at least.