Blacktail Deer Plateau It's Britney, bitch.

That made sense. Ibis seemed to be on top of things, and if there were other wolves wandering around the plateau, her mother must have checked them out. Made sure everything was safe and all. She hadn't ever explicitly told Mama about the mean pale woman, but her discomfort must have been clear. . .clear enough for them to leave, anyway.

Lilitu grimaced as Wraen brought up the chit-chat. Well, I do have a sister. . . she said, trailing off and looking a little flustered. Why lie? Worst case scenario was that the woman made fun of her, and then she could just have Papa drive her off, right? Best case scenario was that she found a friend in describing her bizarre pastime borne of boredom.

I was trying to talk to a— Oh, what was it called? She suddenly lost the word. Little brown and green jumping thing, Lilitu finished lamely, and made a small hop in place to illustrate. But it wasn't talking back to me. Can only wolves talk? Or was it ignoring me? I guess I was talking a lot.

She might have just annoyed it, really. But Wraen would know the answer. Adults knew everything.