”So you do have a voice,” Ptarmigan said, and Red smiled. She knew she did not speak very often, and that that might cause others to have some confusion about why. There a pause after this, one which the coywolf did not break with more words, or even body language. It looked like her friend was thinking, and she wouldn’t be the one to interrupt her. Then the black she-wolf finally told her that she was not, in fact, looking for a pack. At least not yet. Red allowed a small smile to grace her lips once more when her friend suggested that perhaps they would be of the same pack in the distant future. The coywolf liked that idea.
After this one-sided conversation was exchanged, Red was content to sit and feel the breeze and say nothing. As previously established, Ptarmigan presented no threat, and so Red need not have worried. However, she could not in good conscience leave the border unprotected while there was another wolf so close-by. And because she didn’t speak, the two were going to be left in a lull, unless the Endore had anything more to say. Either way, Red didn’t mind. She had gotten used to her own silence, and the silence of others. She had also gotten used to those who wished to talk because the silence made them uncomfortable. It was not the coywolf’s place to tell someone else not to speak — nor would she want to tell them this. If they wanted to talk, then so be it, as long as they didn’t drag Red into it.