ai don fis disha spichen gona op

The answer does not surprise her but she is again left without information she is searching for.  It is a lie the other wolf speaks and Emori narrows her eyes.  If her answer so willingly changes on what she says, she knows she stands at an impasse.  She has no reason to trust the wolf; she didn’t even have her name.  


She takes a long breath and glances to the water at her left.  She longs for another drink but she holds back the urge, bile flicking the back of her throat.  It burns, but she suffers instead.  The other wolf’s posture changes in the last few exchanges and it takes a greater effort not to build herself up.  Her head lowers only a few notches but she keeps herself withdrawn and cautious.  

“I am a warrior,” she admits, swinging her grey eyes back around, “but I am not a threat.”