that thieving bastard

Lia looked up at the taller wolf - that impressive height all the more obvious as the crystal wolf stepped further into Lia’s personal space. Lisa held steady, looking up at her, and wondering why the other wolf continued to move closer - until her next words fell free. Ah. To Lia, sex was transactional. Sometimes it was a price to be paid, other times it was leverage, or a way to wield power over others. Usually others weiding it over Lia.

If the cost to sharing Vanta’s camp was sex, it was a price the fire marked wolf could pay. As she looked up at Vanta, the taller wolf moved, settling into the long grass. Lia watched her for a moment, and then reached into the pack that Briar and Artorias had gifted her. She pulled out the fire starter, and got to work gathering stones to make a safe spot to start. Keeping busy was natural for her, and having a job to do helped to bolden her. “I was just leaving the Hallows, that’s a pack down in Auster” She explained, in case Vanta didn’t know. “As for where I’m going? That's a different question entirely, I’m not sure yet.” she explained. She finished making her stone circle, and grabbed some fallen twigs, and other things that would burn. Asking questions was almost foreign to her. Curiosity was punished, and to do otherwise felt as if it was going against the grain. But Lia had already had every punishment devisable delivered to her. Really, what was the worst this stranger could do? “Your crystals, are they from the long night?” She asked at last.

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