Blackfoot Forest From the glass on the floor

Eyes narrow now. What did apologies matter? What was done was done, if anything she hoped Rala would take her advice.

She would leave, part from the valley as it was what circumstance demanded. Rala herself seemed to believe that Calfuray was a feral animal, and the Bearclaw wolves clearly agreed. She did not wish to meet her or her pack members again, not even outside of their territory.

Briefly hackles were raised; a simple message of 'I do not want to see you' intended to be communicated.

Whether Rala had been the one to injure her, if she could have prevented it, none of that mattered. She had associated herself with packland brutes, and Calfuray wanted no part. She was better off on her own.