"Oh, but that is not boring, no? You share so much, yet so little." Immedietly on the use of foul language she could tell that the woman held something of a deep memory for Mahler, but he gave so little besides being but a leader, and brought fear to him, that even she, found it hard to believe. Though all wolves had a fear in something, Asra supposed.
"Why did you fear her?" That enough, was something to be questioned. Upon accepting her request as well, she no longer lingered in the back, but rather joined him on his stone haven. She sat upright, peering back to the sky, and back toward the Eisen upon his story.
The frost-woven wolf shook her head. She knew not what the dread of fear from another would be, and could only imagine how the Eisen felt to the terror he described. It wasn't something that she did, but how the woman presented herself, and that itself, was a scary afterthought Asra. She hoped there wouldn't be a day, she would look over her shoulder in wonder if the one was haunting her.
"Does she still live?" once his leader- but now he was. What had happened, to the nightmare?
"One must wonder how she was in her youth." If such a terror was brought to the Eisen, and they were but an older wolf, she would wonder how the same wolf was but in her youth. Was she a kind woman, only to become a bitter hag near the end, or all but a plan for her eventful rule and demise.
But the woman with the answers, was dead.
"I'm afraid I don't share many life stories, would you care for a fable instead?" Asra could only chuckle as a truth was to be stated. Sadly for the court-born wolf, she was still young enough to experience so much more, but so little at the moment. All there was a bitter and heartbroken past-
but she was not ready to tell such a tale.
She dare not ask more, finding the previous conversation now but fallen. Instead, Asra now went through memories to share of fables through her life, "there was once a grand feast between all the animals. a dragon, a rat, a pig, a rooster, a dog, a ox, a tiger, a rabbit, a snake, a horse, a goat, a monkey, and finally, a cat." some were not real, however, or not heard of. She knew not of a dragon, but knew that a tiger was but a striped mountain lion deep into a land, that frost-born woman did not know.
"God invited them, but the rat was tricky. He told the cat that it was not tomorrow, but the next day. So all the animals, but the cat, enjoyed banquet with God, and he claimed them all to be his cherished friends... All, except for the one."
"so he spent the day, dreaming of the banquet that would never come."
Her head stared but at the stars as she shared the lore, though it wasn't the lightest of them all. For the story shared but the sneaky rat, and perhaps the start on why the term was to be scorned by others. However, it was one of her favorite stories that she remembered, for Asra held pity toward the cat, and as a child, she mourned they had skipped the feast.
She wondered, if it all happened again, would the result be the same?
She too remembered thinking how could the God, who claimed all were his friend, believe that the cat did not come, "perhaps he thought the cat abandoned him." Though one is supposed to be an omni-being, and even in the end, the poor cat was not able to make it. For eons now, did the story pass, and the cat, will always be daydreaming.
"It was a pleasure, i'll surely come for more." And with so, she smiled as the man set off, but Asra sat at the place a little longer, a gaze toward the night as she mused silently more to what the days would come. The stars, were also very pretty.