Blackfoot Forest Sturm Und Drang

Pallas watched the wolf out of the corner of her eye, noticing the amusement that colored his expression. She was about to be confused: she had not said anything funny -- but in that next moment Kierkegaard expanded on the reason for his somewhat derisive chuckle. She felt somewhat mollified -- it was great news to know her station within the pack would likely not be contested.. and if it was, she had plenty of teeth to defend it with.

She had gotten the impression the wolves were soft, but her impressions had let her down before and she had on more than one occasion made the mistake of underestimating an enemy. "Let them be reckless." Pallas suggested, a coyness in her words. She could be reckless too -- dangerously so -- and something suggested to her Kierkegaard was capable of the same.