Sunbeam Lair Spotlight

“I would not know,” she admits with a flinch of ear.

In truth, it was not the local packs, but her Northern homeland that had carved her in doubt, and the subservience of her siblings to their pureblooded cousins. Tauris was not keen on the idea of melding into packlife again, and adhering to whatever laws they enacted. She had acclimated to life alone, even if loneliness clutched her heart in the dead of night. She had grown in her resilience, or otherwise tricked herself into thinking so, and that worked just as well, didn’t it? So she gave the valley packs a respectfully wide berth.

“I plan not to find out. I am not unhappy alone.” Mostly truthful. 

She does not wish to fill Andr’s time with her list of grievances, however. She is much more interested to hear more about him.

“You’re quite well-mannered, Andr,” she observes, “I don’t think I’ve ever been called 'Miss' before. If you are not from the valley, where is home?”