Ghosts of the Past

*Aranya* · 12-27-2013, 01:39 PM

DON'T KNOW WHATCHA GOT
'TIL IT'S GONE

Fermin seemed very friendly and kind, but as he responded once more to the girl's musings, it struck her that he must be wise as well. Aranya had always thought that the better hunter you were, the more impressive the wolf. Even animals that weren't wolves, even if it made them a little bit scary. The pale fae frowned and tilted her head at the dusky male, considering what he had said. She turned her gaze at long last to the hunters on the wall. It struck her that there were dozens of animals fleeing the pack, but only a lawful of two legs.

"Well," she said slowly, thinking carefully. "I don't suppose so few two legs could eat so much prey. Unless they have big packs back at their dens. Even so, it's not very smart of them to live so close together, unless they don't mind running all the prey off." Skill was well enough, she decided, but wisdom was better. She hoped that was the answer the older wolf was looking for. She wanted to impress the male, and show him that maybe, even for her years, she could be wise one day too.

"Speech," Thoughts,

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