Blackfoot Forest you are able to make me clean

the acerbic manner of the woman's response catches hosannah's attention, and she raises her brows slowly in an oh? moment. were the women here not all of the same mind? not wives, as aaron had put forth to her? perhaps this pale one was here against her will. if that were the case, she could have easily departed -- hosannah had not seen many wolves lingering within the forest, and none had intercepted her approach save for aaron, who appeared to rule here. she said nothing of her thoughts,

hosannah's expression softens the longer the woman speaks, and she turns her head to fully regard her; the sunlight gleaming across her fur. this offer of aid does not surprise her as much as the first utterance, as she had already surmised these wolves to be soft of heart. this one seemed a little stronger, tougher - trying to resist the heathen ways that aaron presented to her - so perhaps this one could be saved in the long run.

her silence is short lived - and a smile spreads across her pointed features, accepting of the woman and her offer. that is very kind. please, lead the way - we can walk and talk, and hosannah can learn more about this place, its customs, and its many spiritual failings.