Moonspear What a tangled web we weave

Althaia listened attentively as he spoke. She felt like she had an ally in this wolf, even though it was not, as he had thought to himself, simply black and white. There were thousands of shades of grey in between the two. She considered his words for a moment, then lowered her head down. In a slightly more confident voice, but still soft, she said simply "Thank you"

She was grateful for the generousity of this wolf, and the kindness he offered her in this world of grey. She hoped to continue their little talks, for she felt that they would be a small respite in the place she found herself now. She had made a horrible mistake, and paid dearly.