Blackfoot Forest Wishing I could go back

Sorry lmao.

Grezig blinked as the woman explained to her why she had been afraid of the scream. She said nothing, only listened, and over time, came to believe that the woman was crazy. Or, at least, a little touched. Suddenly, conversation was the least thing from her mind. Anyone who believed stories of such impossible creatures was of no use to her. How could she believe the information passed on by this woman if she also told tales of… what was it again? Midsummer screamers? Grezig backed up a step, as if afraid the woman’s insanity would rub off on her.

“I have not claimed any land for my own,” she said. “As far as I know, I am the only wolf who has passed by this forest in many days.” On a sudden thought, she asked, “Are you part of a pack?” The question itself seemed innocuous enough, however, there was an ulterior motive. Grezig wanted nothing to do with any pack that accepted insane wolves.