Stone Circle Mr. Moonlight

Phyllis was accustomed to dealing with people like this when she was younger; around the girl's age and a little older, she had been just like this. Full of vitriol for the older generation, finding little use for creatures with creaky joints and dimming minds. Had Phyllis been able to confront herself, old version to young version, it would've probably unfolded much like this conversation right now. She had learned to curtail her acidic tongue, and perhaps this girl — Vespera she called herself — perhaps she would learn similar lessons. For now she was abrasive for no good reason, and any wolf worth their salt knew that they had to be much better at managing their behavior if they were going to get anywhere.

What brings you to Easthollow? the girl queries, her tone clearly lacking, which makes it difficult for Phyllis to engage with her. Perhaps that's the point — the older wolf isn't about to be disuaded because of a child's bad manners. She ignores the tone of the question and comes up with a quick answer - a small chuckle, followed by her own sharp tongue: The same thing that brought you here, I presume. A need for a home. It was a pretty easy statement; any wolf who lived here would've probably said the same thing. She did not want to lead in to the true reason - that she was waiting for her life to end, and that maybe she wasn't ready yet, maybe she wanted to go out with a big bang and she chose the first available place to do that. No, that wouldn't amount to anything.