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Well, it seemed that she had not inscensed the wolf, but Jenabbi felt her presence was clearly not well-recieved. Probably her own fault for having her fun at another's expense. A stab of guilt went through her at the blank look in the girl's eyes - a look that, when upon the face of youth, was easy to mistake for sorrow. At least, it was easy for Jenabbi.

"Pardon me," she said to the dark wolf. "I'm sure it doesn't revolve around us. No more than mine revolves around grass. It just looked like you were trying to be sneaky, and any sort of sharp movement isn't ideal for that." Nab studied the tail in question, only just noticing the strange color of the tip. How interesting. "But I'm sure you knew that - you're the wolf, after all," she allowed, dipping her head to the stranger.

Abruptly, it occured to her that such a lesson might give this wolf the tools it needed to kill her, one day. Her ears flickered for a moment in discomfort before the feeling subsided. Such is life. If grass didn't want to be eaten, Jenabbi would certainly still eat it.