Jade Fern Grove so you know i must, you know i must be going back to evil now

How odd it was for him to seem to drift so soon after reveal. Did he fear her wardog or were those feelings of concern only a creek within him? Drying up like it was summer or spring. She'd offer a displeased flick of an ear at his words, nothing more than that. She would not hear him out further or innitiate more if he truly wished to leave.

It was only when she felt safe that if might be just her and her wardog that she thought to find words fitting. Did not trust. Not like. She explained softly. It had all seemed odd and jumbled, mismatched with most interactions she had had in her short life. Thank you. She whispered soft and careful. It was up to Gleipnir if he wished to hunt the man down or let him roam free. Her feelings did not sway either way, try as she might to deem what is right. Yet nothing ever felt right.