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Certainly she could be considered an emotional creature, but her emotions were--well, emotional. They were fickle beasts and came at their own will, and not all of them were known to be reliable or even fair. When the other wolf finally admitted something about her purpose, Leaf could only listen impassively. She had been willing to listen, and yet there was something about sad stories that made her want to yawn. Yet as the wolf continued to share, the little red wolf finally did feel a prick of emotion. But it was not the most commonsensical one. Watching as the wolf turned to look at herself at a puddle, the little wolf "ruffled her feathers" and finally began to peck at the sound of howl. "You've got it all wrong," she said quietly with a frown on her face. She did not know the entire story, but she felt that she knew enough--enough to make her angry, at least. "Your mother's spirit told you to come here. She's watching you even now. Because she loves you." Her breathing was become faster and the anger she once felt inside began to express itself on her face. "It is an insult to anyone who sacrifices their lives out of this love for their lives to be dismissed as--as, as some mistake or as someone's fault. They loved you enough to die for you!" she ended with a small shout. Quieting down once more, she inhaled a deep breath. "Be thankful, and be free."