Duck Lake If I would, could you?

Her greyed partner's gaze softened, and Simatra's own expression rose to form a gentle, albeit a little pained, expression. The pair sat in silence, and the golden wolfess assumed Israel was contemplating her words. In the past, it had often been down to her to look out for Ablet; with his simplistic thinking he often would do things without leaving room for consequence, living in the moment so to say. Part of her envied his distance from reality, yet to trade off the ability to tell right from wrong and think for one's self wasn't something the Kali thought well of.

Israel's soft words broke her thoughts, and she replied with mild hesitation. "It was common for one of us to leave on a path to seek knowledge," she spoke. "My kin had nothing to do with my decision really." She brought it back to a family orientated discussion. "How about you?" Empathy was still in the works, but her tone was pondering as she brushed her tail against the agouti's flank.