Anger was no longer become a rare notion for the woman, as it seemed that with relations to the Creek, it was all she felt. A single trespass had undone what neutral passes had once built, and strongly. And by the silent seethe of the Njal’s wife, the transgressions of their kin was approved of… not disciplined. How this was possible, was truly beyond her, but it did not ease her disappointment for the situation.
Her ears were bent forward to the words of her former mentor, though her eyes remained fixed on the woman ablaze behind him. Her understanding of the title ‘wife’ was nil, however she assumed by their care it was a close companionship. Though she questioned in her silence how that possibly could have been when the more rational of them was bound to the blind and raging.
Only when he verbally announced her unwelcome did she looked to the shorter male and relinquish understanding to indifference. She said nothing as he approached, gesturing with his muzzle for her to move on. The flicker of the turn of his expression was caught, then just was quickly dismissed as she turned toward the creek along the way of the mountain. It was disappointing that the actions of one- no two, could inspire a change in the lives of those effected. Yet at the same time it inspired an encouraging thought. One she had every intention of sharing once she put the way of the Creek behind her.
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