Swiftcurrent Creek red spring

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It is unkind to far too many, was her conclusion on the subject. She sensed something stirred by the notion in him. His words had further led her to believe. Something had likely happened to him but it was not Ame's nature to pick and pry.

She also noticed he was not eating.. and he continued to not. Again, she wondered why this was as she ate, too hungry to not. The loner was about to question it, after having licked her lips, when he said what he did. Maji..? her tongue slipped abruptly then, for her mother's language suited her more in her surprise and uncertainty then. She righted herself quickly, not liking speaking it to those ears who did not understand it. I do not know your leader... and surely, they—she, I mean—should not want someone who may not stay.. she spoke quieter then, and a little sharper; packs were a strange subject for her. Not to mention, she was not in peak physical shape. And you spoke of a... distraction here? What does that mean..? Before she would ever consider this, she'd want to know at least a little more.