Clouded Minds

The awkward tension between the two seemed to be slowly dissipating, but for now it was still there. Perhaps it would always be there, somehow. Both wolves seemed a bit withdrawn. Solveiga wanted to reach out and make friends, it was just that she had trouble doing so. Maybe that would change. Maybe it wouldn't. Only time would tell, she supposed. She let out a small laugh at what the man said, assuming that she was going to ask something personal, like the reason behind him being a stiff. She managed to give him a wry smile. "Why would I ask that? I'm clearly not the charismatic type, I would have no room to talk," Solveiga said. She continued to smile a bit as she listened to him talk about his pack, Abaven.

They were a bunch of stiffs, apparently. "You're certainly not in charge of recruiting, are you?" she giggled. As time passed she felt more comfortable, and was able to converse less awkwardly. That was a blessing in itself. "If you don't like it, why don't you leave?" the small woman asked. It was not an accusation by any means. She asked out of simple and innocent curiosity. The man should be happy. It was his life to live, in the way he wanted to live it.