Wild Berry Meadow Comin' for the Crown

She tilted her head with slight curiosity to the wolf and the supposed distance they had to travel, but what about Blackfeather? No, she shouldn’t go too far, not without permission first. And certainly not with two, if Siqsa came along, wolves she barely knew. She thought with consideration, leaving to go far for a long time will not be a good impression on the pack; not before winter when they needed to build trust. 

“I shouldn’t, the pack will need help hunting.” She explained asher brows furtowed together in what appeared to be disappointment. “I’d love to get to know you though, and I won’t forget the kindness you’re showing me now.” And it was true, Flicker kept to her promises and if the golden girl ever needed help, she’d be there. Her golden, blue-flecked gaze dragged down towards where Siqsa disappeared to; maybe they’d cross paths again. 

“Keep an eye on him,” she mused, “something is just off with him.” Flicker didn’t really know what she was talking about, but hoped that he wouldn’t turn on the girl before her in a fit of rage; for whatever reason. She turned her eyes back to the girl, faint disinterest started to fall across her face. Netherless, she offered another smile to the girl, forever showing off the newly attained broken stub of a tooth.