Meadowlark Prairie Plants are comfort

The girl looked at the deer that now labeled her intentions as cruel. It could be cruel in someone else his eyes. But in her eyes it was how she coped with her pain. Though the other question of the deer made her think. Did she want to die? Eventually perhaps. She had been close to wanting to be death. After all when her twin brother died she wanted to follow him. But something stopped her. Curiosity. Yes. So many curious things on this earth she wanted to know about.

"Not yet," she replied to her question. There were certain things she wanted to do, wanted to be taught to her. Her pale eyes roamed over the other. "Can I hurt the wolves that try a hunt you?," she then asked. She meant the loners that had ill wishes. She was not capable to attack a whole pack, that was true.