Hushed Willows What To Do With These Weary Bones

Nova listened in much the same fashion that she'd spoke, glaring down at her paws in silence and waiting for the alpha to be done. To stay away from the borders, her only real job, was now what she wasn't allowed to do. There was no interest in helping with the herbs, not when there was nothing green and two wolves could handle it. Hunting was sparse, and she already payed attention for any opportunities, and perhaps exploring could be fun.
Nothing had changed in the old woman, nor would it from a talk she'd been forced through. Nova was not, however, spiteful, and wouldn't do anything specifically to go against Tavi. As far as she was concerned, Warbone WAS above her, and Octavia was above everyone else. Even that was hard to accept, but it was indeed accepted. Relief flooded her body when the alphess turned away, and Nova was glad to follow suit, turning the other way with a nod of her head. She gave Tavi a half assed answer before padding off her own way, crossing the border and going off to explore on her own for a little while.
"No."