Phoenix Maplewood you are a forest fire, set the world aflame

Unable to understand the point, Thuringwethil remains silent then. He gives her nothing to add to the inquiry, gives her nothing of value she could benefit from their friendship. Nothing from the sanctuary wolves is of value to her and so, she finds no desire to become friends with this stranger. Thuringwethil steels her jaw, feels the wind blow through her fur, but other than the ruffle of her coat, nothing else moves out of place. With nothing left to offer on either side, she waits until he moves first—she isn’t about to turn her back on a stranger in a territory she decided to unofficially keep for herself.