Sun Mote Copse Take Yourself Home part.II

She'd been wrong, then; perhaps these wolves weren't obsessed about the fact that they should all have similar features, maybe they weren't looking at her and Prim oddly because they were lighter, warmer tones at all. What Cenric intended for Niamh to absorb and what she actually took from his explanation were two very different things. In explaining that this was a family who spent little time with wolves not belonging to their family, and that they considered their own blood to be most important, she came to conclude one thing. 

These wolves were definitely inbred. 

He'd basically confessed to it- her lip curled slightly in disgust but she was quite looking forward to telling @Towhee and @Phox what he'd just admitted to her. She'd been right! These disgusting Kingslend wolves were inbred and their king admitted it. 

Fortunately, he was a kind soul, and he knew not to overstay his welcome, especially after sharing that sort of news. Niamh knew that it was proper to stand up to see him out, and knew as well that her son might want to wish her friend goodbye- which might also help Cenric depart with a fond memory, rather than whatever feelings he had now, after speaking with her. Before she moved, though, she enunciated one thought, quietly enough so that she hoped not to disturb her son. "Just be aware, Cenric- that if the day comes where we spill each other's blood, you might be surprised to find that yours is no more blue than mine." In other words- she did not want her packmates to be looked down upon by their new neighbours, but treated with civility.

She paused for a moment before she gently nudged Primrose. Her tone, when she spoke to her son, was light and loving. "Come, darling, wake up sweet-pea. Cenric has to go home now, time to say goodbye," She said, standing up slowly so that he couldn't simply slump into her side and deny his companion a farewell, though...Young teenagers could be terribly difficult to wake sometimes.