Whitebark Stream Two Face's Faces Switching Places

The frown remained on her face as Xahi spoke, and Lily shook her head, firmly rejecting what the other had said. "You have a say in the matter, too," she said, fixing her gaze--stern but with some softness in reserve--on her packmate. "You know him better than any of us. You can vouch for or against him, and Lennon and Ali will almost certainly listen to you."

She was quite unsettled by the thought of this boy joining their peaceful group. Here they were, going about the world with not a care in the world, and this Arnvarr had gone and disrupted the calm, like a pebble tossed into a still pond!

"Maybe you could talk to Ali about it now," Lily suggested, her face relaxing into something more like a smile. "Do you know where he went? After the, erm, incident?" Presumably to lick his wounds, both physical and emotional, and cuddle into Lennon and Korei. Her stomach clenched at the thought, but she shook it off like a fly in the summer; jealousy had no place, not in this moment.

The two sat for a while longer, chatting until the bad feelings had subsided a bit. Not vanished completely, mind you, but at least things were a little better.