The quiet cold

Walk | Talk

She listened in silence as Adarra spoke. She mentioned the kindness of her mother, and Riva wondered at her own. She knew so little about her. She knew she had come from this land, and she had abandoned her child in a bed of crisp autumn leaves, a blue ribbon wound about her little form. She didn't know her mother's intentions, Only that she would have died if the healer that adopted her hadn't found her. She also suspected that her foster mother knew more about Riva's birth mother then she had told her. She touched her nose to the blue material that was bound gently against her forepaw, the bright blue tones kept clean and well kept despite its years.

Her thoughts were brought back to Adarra's story as it took a darker turn. And she growled softly, drawing her body further around the older wolf in a protective gesture. Riva was a healer, but if ever a wolf deserved a beating, it was her murdering brother.
"I'm sorry"
She said softly, through she knew the words were little in light of what Adarra had told her.

She had spoken her sad tale easily, and could only assume that time had worn smooth some of the pains of what she had endured, opting to voice it without a moment's hesitation. It was for this reason that Riva dared voice a question, she wasn't poking at a raw wound, she was inspecting one that had already begun to scab. "You said he gave her a mercy killing. It didn't sound like anything he did was out of mercy, So what made you choose that word?" Riva's question was gently spoken.