"You don't." She responded simply, staring down at the she-wolf with wide, gold eyes. No... strength is like a riddle you must solve throughout your experiences and of course Ootat was terrible at riddles really. Any kind of puzzle was better left un-bothered, more often than not they turned out to be more work than they were worth. Similar to this situation perhaps, and yet still Ootat sat, staring down in forced decision at the small girl - no, Kaitlyn. "You can't teach strength, though some will live their lives trying," Oh Mother you should have just waited! "you either find it within yourself or you don't. Strength is like one of those... oh... soul-searches. You've got to seek it out in your heart and manifest it as a fact."
It was true enough, maybe she could have said it differently but there were only so many ways that you can tell someone that you don't really know. This way it felt as though she had some reign of control over her own charade. Ultimately Ootat had no business instructing anyone on how to be strong or any other kind of inter-personal adventures. The pale woman was a coward, this meeting was proof of that in itself, she never intended to run into Kaitlyn and worse, stay. Here she sat though, submerged in a sea of not-quite-untrue speculations that she could not simply draw back in. She was painting a picture for this girl, one way or another, of a world where maybe strength was something she could just pull up from the depths of her soul. Maybe she could. But even Ootat knew that strength was so much more, it just starts at the soul.
