one step of a million

Sybil ate as Wren spoke, taking great care to avoid smattering oil and blood on her fur. Ears had swiveled
in her direction as she did this though, trying to multitask as best she could. While it was respectful to give
someone your full attention when they were speaking, her empty stomach contested this with strong words
about her recent eating habits. Wren wouldn't care to much though, would she?

She admitted to not having noticed much problem weather. The storm must have passed her then, Sybil
was sure she'd be able to remember it if it found her. Bad things can seem worse if you're inexperienced
though, not that she knew or was aware of the fact. Truth was, for all her fancy talk and outward respect,
she was nothing more than a preteen. Wren had seen a tidier side of her because she was older and larger,
if she was the same size and age it'd be a different story. She was bossy and arrogant towards outsiders
younger than her, and overall could be a real pain in the ass.

Her ear twitched as she spoke about traveling. "I understand. Monotony is easy to find when you've
seen enough." Good to recognise the little changes, the new and the old can be one and the same.
She answered the woman's query, about a quarter-way done with her meal. She was a slow eater.
"Bad weather." she said with humour. Maybe the storm hadn't been too bad, but it had
been a bitter introduction to a new land. Again, she'd speak no questions and demanded no
answers from the other wolf. She could share as much information as she liked.

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