Emberwood Searching seering.

I'm sorry Enelise can be so mean

Enelise met the boys gaze with her own. Her own disdain dripping from her gaze and around her mouth a barely concealed smirk. He didn't have to like her. He could hate her. She knew she was better than him. She was a queen after all. And he was trivial.

She tilted an ear to the older man allowing more neutrality and deference into her gaze though she snuck a tongue out at the boy. Then spoke I can help. What you scouting?

She stood then and shook her multicolored pelt free of debris and waited. Mama would like some deer and fur. That would be nice.

She thought of her siblings and how amazing it would be she could tell them all that she had found herds with help of course, but mostly her. That was the way of the world. The storyteller got to tell the story how they saw fit. Or so she felt.