Despite the finite nature of the woman’s words, the Vale wolf did not perceive them a threat to herself. Rather than take them to heart, she imagined them to be no different than what would come from her own maw if she were to speak with another seeking an audience with her packmate. It was protection she found in those words and was both humbled and accepting of them.
Rather than contest, she simply nodded her head in understanding, retaining her relaxed posture as she again resumed care over her callus paw. This time picking at a small stem that hadn’t yet bent to her weight. As a personal thought, she found that travelling around the creek was more a nuisance than it was the cross by the mountains. At the very worst, she would suffer a small rock in her paw, but then it could have easily been dislodged by a gentle pat. The ground bore more obstacles, more sticks and leaves to walk over in attempted silence. With that thought, she wondered if her mentor might have a solution for that trouble. |