Ah, she tended to avoid the sun. Lefty said nothing about it.
Truthfully, Lefty wouldn't have said a damn word even if they weren't a slave. What other wolves dealt with wasn't her issue. They were used to quietly looking past whatever other wolves dealt with, anyways. Back home, it hadn't mattered. Everyone was of use.
But this place seemed different. Lefty peered at Kyanite; the young woman seemed to be... defensive, perhaps. Bristly. She spoke of Basilisk, and the origin of Spider, and that made Lefty's brow points raise, but they again said nothing. That was mean-spirited gossip, and Lefty had no desire to indulge in it. Let the nobles engage in their petty rumors. Lefty had work to do. That had been their attitude before, and it had not changed now by any means.
She had a task?
Lefty followed dutifully. She thought back to what Basilisk said: she would have to figure out which wolves were alright to disappoint. Kyanite, Lefty supposed, would be her first test of that.
"Speech"
