Change of Heart

Nyra exchanged a glance with the other elders. An outsider coming into their town was big news, especially since he didn't look like any beastkin they knew.

He appeared more like a human, with above average features, but not so exaggerated that they would raise suspicion.

It was a good thing he had hidden his neon golden gaze, so now he only looked like someone with yellow pupils and silver hair—nothing too unusual, considering many beastkin had varying shades of orange, green, or yellow for their eyes.

"I'm simply looking for information," Asher said. "Nothing else."

Nyra's eyes narrowed further. Her gray hair, pulled back into a loose bun, framed her weathered face, and the lines around her eyes spoke of years of experience.

She wore a simple brown robe, giving her an air of authority and age. "And what makes you think we'll trust you enough to share it?"

"Elder," Ava interjected, "he's not a threat. I vouch for him."