It could never be said that Xi’nuata was unreasonable, for she believed in the sense of word as well as action. Though she had quickly grown to dislike the male’s mocking tone, it did not keep her ears from bending towards his voice, or hearing the rationale in his words. They were well within the packlands now, and surely one of the Vale had already seen their approach. If need be, she could call for them, though sincerely she hoped circumstances would not come to that scenario. There was no sense in destroying a treasure when it had only just been found.
Calmly, she released the scruff of the elder male while rolling her tongue against her roof to rid it of the taste of bitter and matted fur. A golden eye cut to him sharply as if expecting him to try and make a run for the borders upon his release, then just as quickly returned to the wooded path ahead. “There will not be a need to call for them,” she grumbled softly. “As long as you do not take advantage of my leniency.” |