Hoshor Plains I have no time for confession

Her companion sat, and with some hesitation Pala did the same. She would not in regular circumstances, but sore legs called for a moment of rest. Quickly her suspicions of the other's age were confirmed, and she could not help but snicker a bit. She had been this way at her age, too.

I wanted the same, but there's no men in the mountain who appeal to me. They did not find her particularly appealing either, which was the main problem. But he is not a lover to me. My superior, actually. He was in the rank directly above, the one which held control over Pala and her actions. It had not felt strange until she thought about it. But, the deed was done. I've never seen a grown wolf be so bossy to his own mother, you know. I hope it isn't genetic.

By the second she found herself growing more conversational - it had been a while since she sat with someone and spoke like this. The vale had few friends.