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Leaf gasped. It was more the strength of the outburst than the content that took her aback, for she realized she had crossed some boundary with the enemy wolf (though honestly she should have realized this one or two threads ago!). After all, it was not as if she knew what a "human child" was, but she could gather child and parents and figured it was something about killing a pup--and about a good deal of revenge. Not knowing how these "human child" and "human parents" were able to set fire on a den, she concluded they must have been magical wolves. This conclusion did not perturb her in the least, but instead fascinated her. Of course, this fascination would have to be saved for another time. Pale green eyes curving downwards as she frowned, and tail going limp, the little red wolf reached out instinctively to comfort the other wolf with a nudge. She whined. "Enemy Wolf," she said, lacking words, "I'm sorry. I didn't know." She had never meant to hurt the orphan so. She had been wrong. |