Ain't No Rest For the Wicked

The man greeted Sparrow, his stature astounding. Something about it made Sparrow initially want to shrink away, but something else- and perhaps it was the alpha endorphins- made her mirror his stance as she stood on her side of the border.

Malleus thanked her for healing him and she nodded once, "It's one of my duties as a self-respecting healer."

Sparrow asked then if she was aware of is family. Again Sparrow nodded.

"I'm aware of their name, a few of their members, and the two packs they took," she said, not hiding the tinge of resentment in her voice as her minty eyes searched his. "Now, I'd like to assume it's not some conquering spree, but as it stands, that's exactly what it seems like. Can you tell me why it's happened? Why your family is doing this?"

She couldn't miss his scent. It was powerful. He ranked high in his pack. Sparrow felt herself stiffening. She felt like this was not just a social call, but she intended on figuring out all she could while they were still on speaking terms.