Blacktail Deer Plateau beguiling

 

Far from the famine and overly harsh winter that had settled across the Wilds Catori and the other wolves of Vargas Isle had stayed in the safety of what was known. They had not stressed or felt the strife that others had, and Catori was about to answer him before the harsher tone clicked her jaw shut like a trap and her gaze became more scrutinizing. Well. Sore subject, apparently, and she had no idea exactly why - but it wasn't as if they'd traded outlines of every rough detail of their lives. Hell, or even one of the good in their lives. "Something you wanna talk about, or, would leaving it be the better option?" She asked after a few beats of silence. She wasn't accusing him - she was giving him the chance if he wanted to talk to do so. Catori wasn't going to push, but, she also wasn't about to curl on her back just for saying something that might have upset him. 

Catori had no qualms about engaging in a conversation with him, be in on pleasant subjects or not, and she hoped that he knew the same. Not everything was sunshine and roses after all. Mature adults would have discord. Immature adults would create it.