Witch's Marsh Papyrus Impressum

The young wolf kept his distance either because of disgust or self-preservation. Sarah was not that vain to suspect that the man felt any respect for her, but did not feel offended by any of the three reasons that came to her mind and any other alternatives that might have been. If their roles had been reversed, she would have acted exactly the same. 

She observed the man calmly, while he processed, what she had told him, and his answer was exactly, what she had expected. Small-talks were boring, because the repertoire never change. The same questions rotating over and over again. "Now you do," she replied, paused to lean down and pick out a stray piece of twig from her fur that she had overlooked earlier and nibbled at an itchy spot on her shoulder, probably making a horde of fleas scatter there.

With these little rituals performed, her attention was back to the young man. Not of a very talkative kind (with very few exceptions), she had expected him to entertain her more. When he had not taken initiative, she felt that it was her duty. "So - Awol - how did you come here and decide to join Ibis?" she asked. Routine could be mundane, but it never failed to supply the standart questions to keep the conversation going.