Hoshor Plains Gentle Girl, Gentle Step

a nerve had been struck; the undercurrent of it pulsed around them in a malcontent snarl. ajei moved away in discomfiture. sobeille watched with a puzzled frown.

two wolves here along the ridge and yet, despite all their similarity in fur the chasm between them could not be wider.

sobeille was left to wonder what it was she had said, when truthfully, she had always had trouble relating to her peers, and her peers had always had trouble understanding her. best to drop it and back away.

she ran her tongue along her teeth and sucked in her breath. what kind of stories dey be?