Bearclaw Valley on the nights you feel outnumbered

The crispness of his words did not go unnoticed to the priest. A tone of demand yet there was something more to it as well. She was not entirely sure what it was. Interest, perhaps? She simply smiled; a teasing smile that said she had something that he wanted and she knew it, too. Sounds like a no, she said in response to her own question, that daring smile still on her face. You should try. Listen harder. The energy is stronger at the rock. Perhaps he would understand, although the priest did not count on it.

In her experience, most wolves chose to live ignorant lives. They chose to ignore the spirits' whispers wilfully, while the spirits tried hard to tell them things. Maybe hearing them did not come naturally to all wolves, not like it did to her, but the priest was still certain that it was something that could be learned.

If only they would listen.