Bearclaw Valley That I'm not the carefullest of girls

Her silence remained deafening even now. Single eye flicked to each wolf as they spoke, her expression hard and unrevealing. They would not have the pleasure of her thoughts plastered upon her.

The woman; a high rank, clearly. She spoke in a tone that commanded respect, and the others followed suit with no hesitation. She was the one holding the reigns here.

The man; Calfuray felt no sympathy for her actions against him. Not with how he spoke to Rala. What he said of herself, she did not care - but just what did he mean by tagged dog?

Rala; she understood. Cal knew she would. If there was anyone she felt truly sorry for here, it was Rala. Staring at the other she knew she had been right when she thought to turn back.