It was sad to her that not many could be so tolerant of others. She never discriminated on race or upbringing, though she was when it came to religion. But that's what happens when you are raised by priests. Either way, she hoped that her tolerance of hybrids would make her pack grow stronger by accepting more people into her pack. Though time would tell.
Rahzie slipped on the rocks, declaring the idea of fishing here unsafe. "Perhaps we could lure them out somehow." She mused to herself. "But that is a thought for another day." She said, turning to Rahzie. Fishing plans could be thought about another day, when she was certain her wolves were following. Besides, she had another, more pressing matter to think of. "Have you considered joining me, Rahzethe?"
