Holy Grail

Her faux smile softened with his answer, a small dip of her head to acknowledge his answer. He did not return the question, something she couldn’t help but be a little grateful for. He introduced himself as Yale, a name she archived along with the term Dragoste which she assumed was either a pack or a tribe. “Dragoste? I’ve never heard of it.” She commented idly to try and lull more information out of him, hints of false distress lingering in her tone. Was it a pack she should find herself interested in investigating, or one she should simply leave to topple once she’d found a kingdom she could work with.

Then there was another question she found lingering at the back of her brain, one she could not help but probe him with. “If you’re of Dragoste, then why are you wandering around out here?” Why had he ventured so far from home? Was he a scout, or perhaps just looking to get away? Was Dragoste a place or a pack at all? She was certain she’d find the answer with time, but for now she found herself leaning back on her haunches, taking a seat with her tail softly brushing against the ground behind her.