Make sure she was okay?
The perplexed expression did not escape the furrow of her brows. More often than not, it was the warrior that ventured outward to see to the wellbeing of those called friends. But this female before her did not yet warrant that title, nor did she believe she held the same kind of regard with the healer. Had it been the elated countenance of the pale Plateau wolf that came to her, she might have been more accepting of this assumed truth. But as of late, the woman’s mind was filled with the doubts of whom to believe. There had been a time when she would have perceived another’s words as truth, but such days were beyond her when there was the pack and its safety to think about.
Never the less, she replied with a grumble of uncertainty; “I am alright.” Then she let her gaze glide across the rigid stones. “You have not crossed into the territory,” Xi’nuata informed her. “The peaks and lake are still free for your travels…” |