Chimera Fields Roast Mutton

She might've laughed. Oh, she would've laughed - if he didn't look and sound so genuinely - well, dumbfounded - then she really, truly would've laughed. But that was the problem. He looked and sounded so genuinely dumbfouned; he didn't understand, and from how she could read the whole situation, he was being honest in that.

He really, truly didn't understand.

And she really truly didn't understand how he didn't understand, and she matched him with a furrowed stare, as if that could help her brain make sense of the boy before her. "Well - um - yeah, it turned out to be nothing to you, but I didn't know that. To a lot of wolves I've lived with," to all of them, actually, "what I said would have been taken as very rude. So, like, even if the way I talked was how I was actually feeling, it's usually good not to go around -- uh, smart-mouthing, I guess? -- other wolves, because you could really end up offending a lot of them that way, and that won't get you much more than, well... a life that's friendless and alone, I guess to put it bluntly."