Arrow Lake Turning Stones

The goading of the female now somewhat lessened, the wanderer felt boldly inclined to return her large head to her paws. Shifting slightly that her side might feel the warmth of the sun, she looked contentedly to the young female. Her countenance that of a comfortable female. "Because I am not worth the presence of entitled rulers," she replied softly without missing her mark to rebuttal. "...and the earth is more civil, more appreciative to the silence of wanderers." From her lying position, she craned her neck back slightly to gain a better look at her fox hued audience. Oddly enough, she found it amusing, as if she were entertaining a pup. "And what of you?" her nose quivered an inquisitive dance. "You are not a wanderer of the earth, but a wolf of the pack. Why have you chosen?...or were you born into their ranks?"