The Garden Needs Sorting Out

*Resin* · 02-08-2021, 05:48 AM

Stale. Cold. Whatever you wanted to call it, Resin didn't. She was a wolf of few words. Stoic and businesslike, all interactions should have a purpose. She was still trying to find the purpose of this discussion. So far Aranea wanted her leader to know that she was dependable. Okay, it was noted. She was torn between The Hallows and Abaven. That was noted as well. Was she not just given permission to do as she saw fit? Why then did she still have that look of discomfort on her face? Wolves liked to talk in circles for the sake of feelings and emotions. It was as though they wanted the other to read their minds so that they didn't have to say it. Well... Resin wasn't like that.

Aranea asked if she could bring her children to visit some day and the ashen fae nodded. "Of course. Your children and their father are welcome to visit whenever you wish." Did the woman really think she would be denied her family? The ban on litters was to protect the pack. They could not care for so many tiny, hungry mouths. Visiting wouldn't take nearly as many resources.

The rest of the pack knew her by now but it seemed that Aranea did not. Resin still didn't know what she wanted, so the best course of action was to come right out and ask. Turning her head, she fixed the smaller woman with her full, golden gaze. "Speak plainly, Aranea. What do you want?" She wasn't being dismissive or cold. She was simply getting straight to the point.

"Speech"

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