Sawtooth Spire You must've gone and put a spell on me

Stag was the one that felt stupid. He shly crossed his forelimbs and picked at the dirt as he waited for Wylla to talk, worried he had totally given himself foot-in-mouth disease (not and).

Wylla, however, moved right on with the subject. The boy was relieved - he didn't want to relive any of what just happened ever again. His brush with excruciating social mortification just now was enough for one life-time, thanks.

Learning that the world was pretty much the same elsewhere as it was here, Stag's ears fell. "Did you kill her sister?" He asked tentatively -- wondering if she'd made a door-knocker or a fur hat out of any of them.. in his eyes, she was certainly capable. "Maybe being in the wild makes them stupid..? Like they're alone all the time and don't have to think about anyone else but themselves.. Maybe it's like that."

Wylla probably wouldn't think that was the reason why lone wolves were stupid, but Stag drank in whatever reply she gave all the same. She would find he was like that annoying sticky burr for the rest of the afternoon -- wide-eyed and full of questions until it was time to go to bed.

fading a conclusion here so it can be wrapped up per request!