say you'll never let me go

The other woman seemed to ponder that question for a moment, which only made Solveiga more curious. She eventually replied that she was born in the south, in a place called the range, but that she had been wandering on her own for some time and had no permanent home. "I'm wandering too," she said quietly. "I was born on an island, south of here as well, called Nephilim," she said, hoping she was pronouncing that right. She hadn't spoken the name since she was a pup. "My, um... my brother and I, we left the island when we were old enough, and we traveled all over..." she looked up at Jendai shyly, not sure whether or not she should tell this stranger that her brother was gone, had left her to fend for herself.

But she supposed it was an important piece of her story to tell. "He left a couple of months ago, to travel alone. So now I'm wandering on my own, much like you..." Solveiga looked down, scratching at a bit of desert stone with her paw. It was a tough thing to admit. But perhaps it made these two dissimilar women a bit more similar. Either way, that was more talking than Solveiga had done in a long time, so now she fell silent and left the conversation up to her new acquaintance.