Whitefish River reignwolf

Her question appeared to catch him off guard, forcing Bones to bite down hard on her lower lip to stop from laughing at him, though she couldn't do anything to hide her smile. When he explained the actual reason for the warning, it didn't disappear, though it did fade somewhat. An uncertain light flickered in her spring green eyes. Ira's furtive mannerisms and quiet threats were baffling and a little unsettling.

Her eyes flicked toward the mountain uncertainly, then back to Ira's face. "The pack lives on the mountain, right?" she questioned, just to be sure. Upon receiving affirmation, she replied, "I'm nowhere near there! Why would anyone attack me anyway? I'm no threat!" She shook her head. She knew some rough-and-tumble types from back home and, though upbeat, wasn't stupid about these matters. Still, she couldn't see any reason why Ira's pack mates would feel the need to attack her, especially all the way over here. "But I call parley, just in case," she added, unaware that nobody around here would likely give any credence to such a concept.

After a few beats, Bones mentioned, "I was heading over to the plateau there to see me father." Suddenly, she recalled Ira's skepticism about her father and she said, "He does want me, after all!" She complemented this statement with a theatrical wink. "He even wants me to move there—to the plateau, I mean—but I'm loyal to the creek, so I stay there. So you were completely wrong about him," she concluded with a toothy, self-satisfied grin.