Red wasn’t really happy with Meldresi’s answer, but there was nothing she could do about that. If even the birds themselves didn’t know why they were fighting, that wasn’t the priestess’ fault — not that Red knew her friend was a priestess. She looked around cautiously, still bothered deeply that a forest like this even existed. Maybe it was haunted. Wouldn’t that be interesting? Haunted by what? the coywolf wondered, and then shook her head. Thinking about this dark and dank forest being haunted wasn’t helping her get over her fear of it at all. In yet another attempt at keeping her mind off of things, she asked, Why are you here?
She would have, perhaps explained herself more — or perhaps not, considering her hatred of speech — except that she realized with a shudder that this question was utterly failing in its attempt to take her mind off of the forest. It had been a stupid question based on what she was trying to achieve, but it was too late to take it back now, especially since that would require more talking. Oh, how Red loathed talking. And yet… she seemed to be doing it more and more lately… Why was that?