Silverlight Terrace There is only one god

"I guess you are right," Wraen replied with a crooked grin, glad that they had solved this the easy way. In her defence, however, the fellow blended with shadows so well, as if he had been forged from darkness itself. Were it daylight hours, she would have awed and swooned over the otherworldly handsomeness of his, but now she had to wonder that if she had not happened to be in his path, she would not have caught notice of him at all.

"Maybe..." she agreed, canting her head. "Where do you hail from?" she asked, unaware that a new pack had settled down in the vicinity and he was part of it.