Overture Downs you always have to pretend to be nicer

The smile she understood. It was one of those meek little thing that suggested he was trying, but his heart wasn't all in it. She understood that. She'd done it with Tezcacoatl and supporting his pipe dream of creating a pack when amazon wolves would never realistically bow to a male leader. It was a humoring sort of thing, but there was no heart behind it and therefore no loyalty. Citali couldn't say she understood all that was spinning in his mind, but she did notice and could sometimes relate to that sort of homesick feeling where she too often wished things were as they were back in the "good old days".

Then again, Citali lived very much in the now and tried her hardest to make the most of wherever she happened to be in life. Like currently, hiding out under this rock was significantly better than being out in that drizzle. She glanced towards him as he spoke again. The fragmented words this time were beyond her level of comprehension. She didn't understand what he was trying to say at all. Kind? No. She wasn't a kind wolf at all. She just tolerated a lot.

"I don't understand..." she said with an expression of utmost confusion. "Try again?" Perhaps these words were too hard too. Then again, how was a wolf to learn a new tongue if they did not immerse themselves in it? "Alpha in pack?" she was trying. Truly she was.