Qeya River devourer

stigmata lifted his chin slightly and flicked one dusky ear thoughtfully. so she was from the mountain then - he could have guessed as much, given her thick coat and limbs muscled like a climber's - but that was neither here nor there as far as he was concerned. she continued to interrogate him, and with a fair degree of detachment he allowed it to go on; "information," he drawled, the end of his tail twitching as he wondered how his answer benefited her in any way. if it didn't (and he couldn't see how it did), then she was asking the wrong questions. "as you can see, i have wandered near, and without even trying i have already met a pack-leader and learned that she has an important brother." he regarded her evenly, if not with a shard of flintiness towards what he perceived to be her contempt for his scouring behavior.   "all in a days work."