OOC: Sounds good :D
The contributions to the tension were no longer a concern for her. After her final attempt to find peace and compromise with the Creek leader, all care for the matter had ceased. Individual bridges built with those she knew of her Creek had not wholly been burned, but damaged. And as for new bridges form- the time for that had come and gone. Her relationship with their neighbors were neither hostile nor kindly; simply a reflection of what the situation called for. And she would maintain it as thus. She no longer cared if her own actions further contributed to their fragile pack status, as did the malicious actions of her mate. The woman simply smiled, thought it was an accommodating expression lacking the sincerity of true care.
“I am sure you are right,” she admitted, but would offer nothing more in support of her observation. The less than soft response of the youth suggested that their time of conversing was nearing its end. A new form of tension was growing… and the beige wolf cared little for it. Watching as the young one turned back toward her borders, Xi’nuata lowered herself to her front to resume her basking pose. Her muzzle slipped within the flora as the whole of her became submerged by the fragrance. However an ear did lift to receive the name of the young girl. Bazi. A name she would not forget anytime soon.
“Xi’nuata,” the woman grumbled contently in turn then let herself succumb to the aroma of nature once again. |