The youth female was more than just a little intriguing, near an open book for even the dulled eye to read. Uncertainty was clear, settling upon her brows and in her breath as she sighed. The girl was flustered, if not bothered by their conversation, and was quick to rush to the side of her leader’s words.
“I am afraid there is no distinct line,” the woman uttered quietly and gestured with a flick of her muzzle toward the distant borders. “It was your ilk that decided there would be no line between the borders of the Vale and path of the Creek. We of the Vale simply have more courtesy than to cross without intention, let alone approach it.” In turn, the female sighed. “I cannot speak kindly of one that would seek to avoid their neighbors and live with uncertainty, doubt, when it was her brethren that instilled it within us. And yet ‘we’ are the ones that seek to make this existence livable.” Smoothly her eyes returned to the youth as all manner of warmth and smile receded from her face. In its place was an earnest stare fixed solely upon her guest.
“You must live with this uncertainty. As do the rest of you. If you wish to be a ‘good’ wolf, then accept this complication as it is and make your own decision, regardless of what your leader thinks. Either assume I will bring harm, or trust that I have no intention of causing trouble and simply sit in the flowers and enjoy them as you wanted.” |