Stone Circle I guess it hasn’t hit me yet

Moss did not flinch at the sight of the other wolf, though she regretted every step that brought her closer. Fierce stubbornness made her less inclined to accept the hospitality, and superstition made her bristle lightly- but this was an ally. One who had helped her when she’d shown up, staggering, uttering accusations.

She knew she could also stand trial should they not trust her word, though they seemed to have put complete fi to in her confession. Too trusting? Or a good ally? She had yet to decide.

She did not want to eat. Moss did not like being in debt, and she felt already that she had overstayed her welcome. She tried to straighten slightly. ”Yes.” She said, stiffly. ”I will head back to Swiftcurrent soon.” Not soon enough, she thought, though she felt it would be impolite to be so abrupt.