Verdigris Ravine empty nester

S'ari turned her head to the side and looked at Marcus out of the corner of one eye, blinking bashfully. No one has ever called S'ari sweet before. Prickly like cactus, maybe. She threw her head back and laughed. This wasn't true either--no one had ever called her prickly like cactus--but she thought it was funny.

As long as this one does not get any closer, he may stay here as long as he likes. It is only the others. They would not like a wolf so close. But S'ari is not like the others. It was good to meet you, Marcus. She gave a little bow and stood up, prepared to leave him alone, unafraid of leaving him unattended now. Ours is to smile at your passing, friend. It was a phrase all Tribe knew--and, curiously, Qiao. She had not yet had the chance to ask about that...

With a last smile at Marcus, S'ari trotted off back towards the Ravine, to wash the scent of wolf off of her before Zoug found her and had a conniption.