Treehouse

She didn’t register the other wolf’s stares or glares. The girl was absolutely oblivious to subtle social cues a more socialised individual would have picked up on. Besides, everyone had been so nice to her since she left Ashen, why would she expect any different?

When he asked why she had been up there, she turned her gaze skyward once more. “Looking up at the way the branches twist together like that? Like a staircase to the clouds, I could feel my godhood calling ya know? Like my ancestors were calling me home.” She sighed somewhat wistfully, a far away look on her face. There was meant to be a long life ahead of her before she ascended. “Technically, we’ve completed the ascension ceremony so we’re already gods, just trapped in these mortal flesh prisons, but mother says there is still a lot of work to be done. It can be taken away just as easily as it is given, and all that…”. She couldn’t help but feel like she might have been rambling, so in an effort to quickly change the topic she turned her eyes back on her companion. “I really like your coat, it must be great for camouflage!”

“Speech”