Settling in beside him, Anne lifted her head but let her side rest comfortably against his as she stared out across the water with a thoughtful pout.

"A few...none of them particularly nice meetings." she replied honestly. "There's a powerful werewolf clan that's a sworn enemy of all the families among my kind, the Guardians of the Stones they call themselves. Old, powerful, arrogant." Glancing over at him, she smiled and patted the arm he had draped casually around her shoulders.

"Not to fret, you don't smell anything like them." she assured him brightly. "What about your family? Tell me more about your clan."