Qeya River Tumbleweed

Reno met her nod with one of his own. His eyes remained squinted on her face. His features softened. She understood what he had meant. It was clear enough on her features, the gentle fall of realization. 

No matter how Amalia might have felt, she seemed to agree that such skills had a place in the world. She said that he seemed a fine fit, but her leaders would need to weigh in on the matter. Reno understood that they had their ways. He was willing to wait, to see how her leaders sized him up and judged him for his talents. 

A small shuffle of his paws. The cowboy wondered if Amalia was troubled by his words.