Rosmira launches from the alley and lands light as smoke on the rooftop. Rain beads on neon signs below, and the watcher turns, no longer hidden.
It is not a man at all, but a werewolf woman with deep black skin and sharp amber eyes. Her posture is calm, almost regal, like she expected Rosmira to come.
Rosmira
So you are the one leading them here. If you are with the Queen, tell me now.
Nayla Iko
I am Nayla Iko. Queen of wolves, and no, I am not here for a hunt you understand yet.
Nayla’s gaze flicks over Rosmira, measuring, not flinching. The name lands hard, because it fits the pressure, the scent, the pack moving in the dark below.
Nayla Iko
We have been following your group because Leon is being pulled into something bigger than a private grudge. I wanted to see if you were the danger, or the answer.
Rosmira
The hunter is tied to Leon, and Nayla is not pretending to be surprised.
“I wonder whats he got to do with your group of mutts little girl?”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled -3)
Rosmira
I wonder what he has to do with your pack of mutts, little girl.
Nayla Iko
Careful. Leon is tangled up in a pull he cannot see, and my pack is trying to keep that pull from snapping.
Nayla does not bristle. She lifts her chin instead, and the insult slides off her like rain off glass. The answer lands with teeth in it, though, and Rosmira can feel the cost of the jab as the wolf queen's attention sharpens.
Nayla Iko
The one provoking him is not chasing Leon for sport. They want to steer him toward a choice, and they want to know who stands beside him when he makes it.
Below them, the city glows in broken neon. Nayla’s calm is intact, but her eyes stay fixed on Rosmira now, weighing her like a possible answer instead of a stranger.
Nayla Iko
If you are here for him, then speak plainly. Are you his shelter, or the reason this hunt keeps circling back?
“Im the one who wont let any one get close. So i ask are you my enemy? If so you will not get any closer to leon.”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled +1)
Rosmira
I am the one who does not let anyone get close. So tell me, are you my enemy? If so, you will not get any closer to Leon.
Rosmira lets the words hang between them like a closed door. The rooftop rain ticks on concrete, and the neon glow below catches the edge of her stillness.
Nayla Iko
If I were your enemy, you would already know it. I am here because Leon is being pulled by something that uses longing as a leash.
Nayla Iko
My pack watches the pattern, not to steal him, but to keep him from being led into a choice he cannot see coming.
Nayla’s shoulders ease a fraction. She does not advance, but she does not hide the truth either, and that is answer enough for the moment.
Nayla Iko
I do not want Leon hurt. I want to know whether you can stand beside him without becoming another pressure on the scale.
Nayla Iko
If you mean to guard him, then we are not enemies tonight.
“Fine but i dont trust you. and for some reaosn i feel there is something your not saying. what is your connection to leon?”
SUCCESS (Legendary Conversation, rolled -2)
Rosmira
Fine, I do not trust you. Something feels unsaid, so tell me what your connection to Leon is.
The question lands cleanly in the rain. Nayla studies Rosmira for a beat, then lets out a slow breath, like she is setting down a burden she has carried too long.
Nayla Iko
I am his mate, but not his cage. That is the connection. Fanrir and I are bound, and Leon is tangled in the edges of that same wolf current whether he wants it or not.
Nayla Iko
He is being nudged by a scent, a memory, something that is not honest. The woman in plain clothes below is only part of it. She is bait, not the hand behind the line.
Nayla tips her chin toward the mall lights, then back to Rosmira. Her voice stays calm, but her eyes sharpen with recognition as if Rosmira has finally asked the right shape of question.
Nayla Iko
I am watching because I do not want Leon used against the pack, or against you. If you stand beside him, then we can keep this from becoming uglier than it already is.
The wind pulls rain across the ledge. Rosmira gets what she came for, but the cold spray bites her cheek as the answer settles in, and Nayla waits to see whether that truth changes the shape of their truce.
Quest Complete
Learn who is provoking Leon at the mall