The little red wolf laughed. She did not mind that the other wolf was being rude--after all, did she not deserve it?--and she also did not mind the step forward. Though the Swiftcurrent Creek wolf did not consider herself a fighter, she was plenty good at starting fights. She only needed to learn how to resolve them. "Oh?" she said, not bothering to acknowledge the other wolf's last words. She looked carefully at the two-colored wolf and her expression softened further. "Please, how did you think of it?" Really, the little red wolf could concede that much. She did not know much of anything of the other wolf's history, and it would be rather judgmental of her to continue speaking otherwise. Not that that had stopped her before. She was still inconsistent in her morals, though wondered if consistency could ever be achieved in this life. |