Deepwood Weald parabol & parabola

In spite of her irritating optimism and sunny attitude, Uma listened to Feyre' s brief tale in silence, ears cupping towards her.

"Hmmm..." It was not what Uma had expected. Usually wolves with terrible pasts were jaded and bitter, yet Feyre displayed neither of these traits. It seemed contradictory, and confusing. Perhaps the extremely positive attitude was a form of compensation for whatever this woman had suffered.

Still,  Uma' s curiosity got the better of her. "What happened? What did they do to you?" The snowy she-wolf was now having fun. She would toy with Feyre; see how far into despair she could push her, beginning with this attempt to pry forth details about the girl's painful past.

"I am not alone, no," said Uma cryptically. "My young friend awaits me somewhere nearby. Before meeting her, I was alone for a few months, as well. It's a difficult way to live."