Wapun Meadow Improvise

Glad you're feeling better (I hope?)!

Artisan sympathized. Another wolf may have picked up on this cue, asking her what she meant and essentially asking for her story. Yet Turquoise didn't want to go there. She just didn't feel like getting into it with this stranger. It was nothing against Artisan herself; she was very polite and fairly easy on the eyes. Turq just wasn't in the mood for company, she realized.

"Well," she said, "I have a lot of stuff to figure out, so I'd better get going. Sorry for wasting your time," she muttered. "Take care."

The tawny she-wolf didn't linger. After giving Artisan a last look, she turned and began to trot away from the meadow. She would not forget what Artisan had told her about Ookan, though for now the information sifted right out of her head. Rivet's face took up residence there instead, though it was soon joined by the faces of the various members of the Blackthorn Clan. Turquoise was no closer to making a decision about her future.