A small twitch formed in her cheek. She suppressed it with a rather false smile and cracked her neck. In her mind, she had been more than kind with her words. It was the other wolf who was clearly on her "high horse" and who needed to be brought down swiftly (and quietly; though the she supposed attacking an enemy pack's wolf might be something worth boasting about). Not wanting to allow the other wolf to win, she merely shook her head. The raven's caw was her signal to start another game altogether. "If that's how you want to be," she said, motioning to leave. She really thought it was self-explanatory why she was here--on a dangerous mountain of all places! But if the other wolf was too dense to understand this, then any other answer would be incomprehensible. "I guess I'll never know exactly why I had been wrong to say what I did." Her voice had almost become sing-song. Yes, she would just continue her life believing that the chimera of a wolf was also a chimera in logic and sense. It was an unfair conclusion, but the little red wolf was quite content being petty. In fact, she relished it. |