Lion Head Mesa Let's get ethical, ethical. . .

Bearclaw. Bearclaw. . .bears. . .

She ought really to keep asking him about himself, and not her own selfish interests, but—

Do you. . .know about a pack called Ursus? she asked, brows furrowing. They worship bears, I think. My sister lives there.

It was a longshot, but maybe it could lead to something. At any rate, she was already embarrassed to shift the conversation onto herself, especially given the feeling of wanting all attention and yet none at all to her body.

Her gaze skimmed the ground, waiting.