Phoenix Maplewood That's the Spirit

She was not a counselor. That was not her specialty. She had a bit of a green paw, perhaps significantly more so than most, but it was nothing she boasted about unless another wolf challenged her in that area of expertise. Still, she had a feeling something was weighing upon Nochtli's mind that she would be forced to listen to. Sympathy was not her strong suit. There were better wolves for this. Citali could not pretend to be any kind of good at this sort of thing.

And of course, when the emotional floodgates opened, Citali was swept away in it. She pinned her ears upon the flat of her head as Nochtli spoke and questioned her own abilities towards something she was good at. "Forget that tired wolf, dear. He's in the past. It's over. There's nothing that can be changed. It simply is. Or was. However you wish to look at it." It was her way of saying, "Suck it up," and "Get over it." There was no sense in dwelling on the past.

As for her dark sister's second question. "No. Never." Again, she wasn't the best wolf for this. "You win some. You lose some. You do better next time." She shrugged. That was really all there was to it. Then again, her emotional attachment towards anything was slim to nonexistent.