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Someone else arrived, she had been prepared for that. She watched as this blue-eyed female came forward and stopped her lessons in botany. Merrick mostly seemed annoyed with her explanation and so she chose to stop talking. She didn't want to talk to deaf ears or disinterested ones. She carefully wrapped her items up again and said nothing. Was this all some big mistake? Was she in over her head with this war that was brewing? She had never seen war, she had seen some things as a loner, but never enough to call it war.

She had kept to herself for so long she had forgotten the feeling of talking with others and she held her tongue. She knew when she was appreciated, and now was not it. She may have seemed occupied with wrapping her things back up, but she paid attention to what was being said. From what she gathered with the talk of "your people" and "our" they were not of the same pack. This blue-eyes female must be from Akashingo, that Merrick at spoken of.

Slate knew that now was not her time to speak. She did not like being ignored as if she wasn't present at all, but the female did ignore her completely. She flicked her ear lightly to see if anyone else was listening, or coming closer, but it didn't seem to be the case for the moment. Preparations were being made, whatever they consisted of. Slate felt left out, but spoke not out of turn. She knew how much that could get her in trouble from the past. Instead she listened.