The child remained quiet still, this time proud of her mother for sharing their plight so honestly with a stranger. Certainly Kjors—and any new recruit—should understand what he is getting himself into when joining a pack, but it took a strong leader to admit to hosting a traitor in her ranks. Karina hadn’t known Rook Lyall apart from sight and smell, having never worked up the courage to approach the young man who always seemed so busy and so... secretive. Of course Karina had only grown to view Rook as “secretive” after learning of his betrayal, or else the curious child certainly would have followed the solitary yearling to see what he was up to.
Karina was confident Kjors would answer to Kisla’s liking, knowing him to be rather hermitlike apart from his occasional associations with the Badger woman. The princess smiled bashfully as Kjors winked at her.. or maybe it was just a blink..? It was hard to tell the difference when the winker/blinker only had one eye. He spoke of her packmates and loners he had run across, but most interesting was his mention of packwolves.. packwolves that belonged to neither the Ridge, nor the Caverns, and not even Grizzly Hollow. Had Kjors met wolves from the Downs then, their allies to the north? Kova, perhaps? Karina had been wondering what had become of the blackberry prince and his friend Firefly. On the other hand, maybe he had information about an entirely different pack, one whose existence would be news to the River Wolves.