The warrior was eager to hear how Pump was doing in her own home, but there was a hint in her voice that suggested not all was well as she told. She thought better than to pry, though concern knitted her brows none the less. Ever the open book to read when it came to expressions worth sharing, and in a sense, feeling. “Standards?” she questioned, not quite understanding the meaning behind it. Had she known that it was pertaining to one’s expectations, she would certainly have sympathized given her first encounter with a pack she had intended to join. But her fault was that she was ignorant of most interpretations of things. Though it was that same ignorance that made her intuitive to seek clarity for what she did not know.
At least in the aspects that mattered, of course.
“Has your Alpha not tried to help you?” with what it was, she did not know. But as with all packs was it not the role of the superior to see to the comfort of their underlings? If her companion was not happy, perhaps they were neglectful. Though, she did not pass judgment so quickly. |