Wapun Meadow forgo the parable

She assumed that whatever he said- his tone lightly accented- translated to “the very Regina” so she nodded, as if she understood and hoped that she wasn’t making a fool of herself. Conviction made for an excellent sidearm. Rala to have learned her lesson about dangerous visitors, and remained steadfast at her side. 

She didn’t like the look of him, the coy sparkle in his eyes or the half-asses apology that seemed more than a bit insincere to the woman who was quite easily offended. He reminded her of one of their former members- whose name she had since forgotten- who had come and left, and come crawling back promising loyalty, only to flee again. She had no interest in wasting time on that sort.

Fortunately- this one didn’t seem inclined to tax her for her time, and was clever enough to read their body language and take his cue to leave, though not without issuing something of a creepy invitation which earned a low growl from the Regina. 

He left. She watched him go, and huffed once he was out of earshot.

Well, She said, and shook her pelt out thoroughly enough that several dark strands of fur fell into the snow. Fuck that creep. Let’th find thomethin’ to eat, huh? She proposed. If nothing else, their track would establish their hunting claim on the area.