She was not what I expected and she was exactly what I expected simultaneously.
Tall in the way of the northern pack territories, with the specific physical presence of someone who had spent years working outdoors in difficult conditions and had developed a relationship with her own capability that made her comfortable in spaces of any size. Her eyes were the deep brown of old wood, not amber at the edges, and she wore her hair the way people wore their hair when they had stopped thinking about it as a statement and were simply practical about it.
She looked at me when Kael brought her to the east gallery, which I had suggested as a meeting place because the east gallery was where I had first started to understand what Vaelthorn actually was and it seemed appropriate for first conversati
