Meadowlark Prairie Can't see the stars, but we're reaching

there was something refreshing about interacting with a wolf younger than her. perhaps it was because their youth meant they had not yet learned to mistrust the world, and time had yet to sully them. with children indra had come to find, they almost never had ulterior motives.

her guard was let down by the cheery honesty of her companion, though there was a pang of pity in her heart that he was so deformed. it seemed not to affect his spirits -- perhaps he had yet to know he was different than other wolves.

she paused as he invited her into the glen; she was ever so hungry, but not enough to forfeit common sense. guiltily she looked about them, her expression unsure. she did not want to hurt his feelings, so she spoke softly: "um.. i better not.." she regretted declining his invitation, but thought it best. "not cause i don't want to! i just don't want you to get in trouble. thanks though."