Perfumed Nights

She listened as they walked, and as she let him finish, she spotted the tent she wanted and nodded toward it. Inside it was comfortably furnished in wolf-friendly trappings, even seats carved by the Nomads’ companions, and she nodded to one low “chaise”, offering a seat as she moved to run a thin cedar stick through a low tallow candle flame, lighting another taper before Ayodele came and set a yellow and blue-dyed, thin pig skin shade over it, setting the newly lit lantern outside the tent flap.

It was a nonverbal warning to keep prying ears away, and outside the Nomads shifted easily as though the tend were full of goods to sell, hawking their wares a little louder, and drowning out any words to follow.

Finally, she sighed and moved to settle on the other chaise, stretching her toes in the thick bear fur draped over it before fixing him with a studious look. The fury of an invasion, especially when it was from a wholly unexpected pack, was not an unfamiliar one to the pack she now led. Much of the fury had faded over time, to be replaced by a sense of utter disappointment in the alpha that had chosen to raid instead of trade for what he needed, or thought he needed, for Talis.

Her tail flicked, sending the wealth of long hair trailing off the edge of the furnishings as her paws crossed elegantly. “In some ways, I’m not surprised he’d bring children to the raid. I am rather surprised they would pick a small pack to raid.”

Her head cocked as she studied her words before she spoke them.

“It won’t always be an impossible fight. With more training, and perhaps more paws-on experience, even a small pack is a formidable one. And… though it may damn me in the long run, I have a proposal.” Her eyes flicked up from her paws, direct and patient, “That is, if you would be interested.”

It was an unforeseen opportunity, and a possibility that could benefit both packs if Eligos was agreeable.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Labhair an Sean-Teanga." ---- "Hear" ---- Think