Kintla Flatlands the sun has blinded me

It generally is their fault with a lot of things. I swear they know to sit on me when I have to get up.

Slowly but surely, there was a deviation in her behavior that made him think that she was less like Cara. She was worse than the bullheaded yearling; she was truly antagonistic at heart. But that aside, he supposed she could have been a good actor in her own right, if wolves were supposed to be keen on that something. Her questions about his name seemed more rhetorical than anything and so, he left them alone. He couldn't have explained the origins of his name, let alone what it meant. He didn't even know which parent had thought of the name.

But it was her next question that fell under his consideration. If not for her prior actions, he may have been curious as to why she wanted to know if it was fun. But instead, he thought it a ploy, another chance for her to prey on his waning patience. "I'm sure if you think hard enough, you can remember," and then he wondered how on earth she had managed to survive on her own for years. If her claim, the one she boasted moments ago, were true. "But if you don't mind, I'd really like to go back to what I intended to do. I'm sure you'll find someone who's up to your acting snuff somewhere else. I could even point out where some of them are," he said in a turn of face. There were plenty of places he could suggest she go, plenty of wolves that would probably warm to her far better than him.

Provided he was willing to actually send her there.