Redsand Canyon idol

Aquene watched as the woman looked away, a sympathetic and kind smile on her features because it was quite an awkward topic for some, and an open one for others. Due to the nature of her training, it was a mix of both. She still felt like she didn’t always know how to talk to other wolves.

Still, she saw that smile, and she echoed it warmly back. “You have time, Tamar.” She assured the woman softly. She was young, and this was not a decision that she needed to make right away. “I still get really shy when I talk about it… the Matrona asked me to give the mechanics talk to another member of Mereo the other day and I swear I gave myself a fever trying to get through it.” The heat had risen to her cheeks and lingered there for so long.

She pleaded to learn, and her eyes softened, offering a nod. She was more than happy to share her craft. The dispersal of knowledge was one she found a particular focus on. “I can teach you, Tamar. I would love to. Where would you like to start?”