Golden Glade upon the moment i could talk, i was ordered to listen

there was plenty on sionnach's mind, but very little of it came to the surface. never a very stoic wolf, sionnach looked fretful -- but, true to her disposition, she managed to soon reel in her emotions and steeled herself with a flinty, overcoming glare of an expression. "no." sionnach grumbled, committing the conversation to the dirt.

her father's willingness to help her, to talk to her, was not ignored -- but sionnach did not need help sorting through these emotions.. not in the way that he could help her. she was bound to have to suss through this mire herself.

like any troubled child or teen, sionnach looked for an outlet. "can you teach me to hunt, daddy?" the girl asked hopefully, lifting her gaze with a pouting look that said i'm sad so you better not say no.