The thick winter pelt that Siv’s bloodline boasted was all she needed for this temperate winter. The Hearg, given its location, had suffered through cold that did not compare to these costal fronts. She suspected this would not last; snow would most certainly be common with this large bay, and this would put her stealth at a disadvantage. Luckily, Siv was a crafty woman and took full advantage of this talent. Crouched in a squatting position, the dark wolf turned her head at the familiar voice.
For an instant, a savage and terrible fury blew through her eyes, but it was gone as suddenly as it had come. Siv could not blame her now, knowing what Salsola expected, but oh it would have made her life much easier to walk in with a name to go with that pretty little face. She returned the smile easily, eyeteeth hanging over her lips, and extended her face in the greeting as had been expected. Curiously, she eyed the spotted beast poking out from the younger woman’s pouch. How odd.
“I still don’t know your name, my dear blackbird,” Siv cooed lowly, using the soft tones reserved for children. This girl was not a child, but she understood the importance of flattery here. Even if she had no true connections, she was likely brought up in this land at that alone would carry weight. “Have you come for the…seals?” she recalled, suddenly, having learned the name from the Russian coyote.
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