Duskfire Glacier A check up from an old friend

There she went again with the whole happiness thing.  Her words seemed to hint that Manauia could care, and react, to news of her happiness.  When honestly, the Amazonian couldn't give two shits where the white wolf had ended up.  Happy, sad, dead, alive, none of it mattered.  She was nothing to her, and as soon as she departed, she would become nothing once more.  True, she hadn't liked her much when she had been there, but once she had left, the Amazonian hadn't spared her a thought.  Nor would she in the future.

Whatever floated her boat.  "So it would seem."  It was all she gave, and it was delivered without the least amount of enthusiasm.  Scarlett's words did have one effect though... a sudden wave of homesickness swept over her, accompanying her disgust.  What she wouldn't give to be surrounded by her own sisters, sparring and sharing camaraderie with wolves who had no time for these childish games.

Losing the little stomach she had for this conversation, her gaze narrowed.  "Why don't you get back to your happiness, then, if you have found so much of it.  There's obviously nothing for you here."  If she had returned to gloat, then so be it.  Her job was done and she could leave the way she came.