Silver Moraine Wearing a Warning Sign

Though there was something interesting inherent in these sorts of stories, Renard wondered if this one was truly the best for…encouraging dedication in her cause. Why was it always cannibals? Renard was so often forced to revise their estimation of them, and the result was never any better.

And the wolves descended from cannibals? Renard didn’t know if she was one herself, but they were starting to... suspect things.

“A fascinating tale. But if you didn’t escape on your own… The way I see it, if you want me following you, you should be proving yourself to me. And for that, tales aren't enough.” Renard shrugged, still watching her, unblinking. “If you can’t do that, you’ll have to find help somewhere else.”