Whitebark Stream slowing down

He wasn't answering her. Fine. Her stubborn streak was showing anyways and she didn't particularly feel inclined to answer him in return. Except she did, because she was huffy and a large part of her wanted to vent even if it was to toss words at a total stranger. Then again, males were nothing. They meant nothing, so speaking to them was almost like talking to nothing. She could live with that logic, flawed as it was.

"His mother charged my sisters and I with the task of looking out for him. If he wants to play king for a spell we'll humor him for as long as it takes for him to abandon this foolishness and later drag him back to his real home." If the loner was the least bit curious about this pack? In her mind it was all a farce. Just a dream cloaked in the pretty colors of a well constructed illusion of the truth.