Stone Circle clean the stables of king augeas

she deflects the elder's question, shifting the conversation smoothly to ingram himself. if the elder notices, he does not say. still, ingram can appreciate the smooth operation of the woman and does not speak up upon the deal she'd intended to make.

it didn't appear to matter anymore, with the alpha's presence.

...and it wasn't his place to tattle; nor was it his nature.

though it was, apparently, in the nature of ash paw.

soft annoyance and irritation slithers thru him, the words that feel like an accusation. how his ex-relationships was anyone else's business — and it seemed his past was juicy gossip for this part of the wilds, first with the man from silvercreek asking him about the listener and now this.

did they gossip about all their other wolves? about their personal affairs, he cannot help but wonder bitterly.

sometimes, relationships don't work out. i didn't leave without explanation. is all he has to say for himself, though he feels he owes no explanation to a stranger, related to ash paw or not. better they be separated than constantly fight with one another.

i am more of an oracle, he doesn't necessarily like the word of 'prophet', though that was what speaker of a gods' will was ... oracle sounded a little less arrogant. but i have known many religions in my life, so recorder could also be.

he gives a small pause. but my religion is mine own, a look spared to the beta, remembering her words. i will not share it with any that do not ask to know of it.

the word family turns his stomach a bit, never having had much of one. it stirs old memories of resentment that have never fully healed despite that praimfaya has been gone for many years now, and his bridges with mahler and heda were thoroughly burned.

it's never been a trade of interest, but i can hunt well enough to help where needed.