Warm Hearts

"Listen to me talk," 'but read my thoughts.'
Svetlana could certainly understand being committed to one’s studies, though she knew not the hardship that Amalia faced inside, that she hid from, in doing so. The gray wolfess would give a small shake of her head, speaking softly. “There is honestly no need to apologize for that. You were doing your part for the pack.” Her gaze would then shift to Korrin, wondering how the small fox would take the apology. Korrin could be the stuffy short, though Svet truly hoped that the fox wouldn’t hold a grudge.

“Nn... Korrin forgives... This time!” The fox would puff up her tail slightly, stating that next time she wouldn’t be so quick to forgive. Svet had to suppress a laugh. The polar fox honestly thought she was as big and bad as some of the tallest wolves she’d ever seen sometimes. But that was why she liked Korrin. She was feisty and spirited. Svet would let her gaze trail back to Amalia, continuing to speak in a soft tone.

“I’m a Council member at the moment, though I’m afraid I’m in much the same boat as you when it comes to knowing whose who.” Svetlana would give a soft laugh. “I hear that you’ve a wife of your own. I’d love to meet her someday.”