Bramblepoint Darjeeling Express

The old lady turned out to be quite a talkative one and Dwin, who had been so very keen on tracking, groaned inwardly, when she began to tell about a tree of hers and did not appear to stop any time soon. Out of politeness and sympathy for elderly, she shelved her intended course of activity for a different day, and settled down to listen. Expression composed of both curious and interested, a standard one for all occasions, where there was a chance that she would grow bored or get lost in the details of the story. 

However, a minute or two into the story, Dwin had to admit that the old gal had some skill in the story-weaving. She reminded her of Maia, who had spent time telling them stories of her youth or passing on all of the most important legends, myths, fables and fairy tales that all wolves of Redleaf heritage had to know. Eljay, on the other hand, had reminisced about his happier days in Redhawk caldera and told bits and pieces of his mom's, Dwin's famous grandmother's Finley's life. It had been long since she had sat down to listen and truly enjoy, without having million other thoughts buzzing inside her head and demanding her attention. Dozens of problems that needed to be solved here and now. 

"That's an interesting story," Dwin said, meaning it from all her heart, even though she had missed some parts of it, while her own mind had been working in paralell. "So, have you done that good deed of yours in life?" she asked.