Arrow Lake Teach One to Fish

For once silence would not damn her to fall from another’s grace, but keep her comfortably within as she took stride in following. There was little to offer beyond the sound of her footfalls against the snow. A name might have suffice but rarely was it on her mental list of priorities when meeting others. She preferred the silence, unless a word need be spoken that was relevant to the matter at hand. Though for the moment she did not see how an exchange of her name would benefit. She was but a wanderer. Her name was not worth remembering. Although she was made to recall back to the sweet words of a pale wolf, who’s verses sang purposefully of her importance to the world. Her significance to him. Perhaps the same could be experienced by this male. Perhaps a word from her would rouse in him purpose- though she could not imagine how. Instead of this, she remained the quiet wanderer, moving only by her paws and the perk of her ears forward as he named himself. “…a pleasure,” she replied softly in time to his reply. “I am Xi’nuata.” Then just as easily, she fell silent once more.