More and more, the warrior was reminded of the pale wolf by the healer’s loquacious nature. While she found some semblance of comfort in it, it made the female miss her Plateau companion all the more. Their time upon the bluff was short-lived but entertaining. And dare she go as far as to call it ‘fun’. She had never smiled as much as when within his presence, nor did she ever feel as free when standing in his light. Only one exceeded him. And only one ever would.
Xi’nuata listened patiently as the healer shared her tale, growing more comfortable in speaking in both tongue and posture. Attentively her ears came forward as she received the excitable words, painting a picture for herself of a wandering family offering word and healing for food and warmth. An existence she imagined would be hard in between the walk from one pack to another, yet strangely enriching with what could be learned. “Why do you live in the Plateau if more can be found with you traveling between packs?” she inquired. |