Thought Contagion

Flare gave a small portion of his attention to the other wolves that entered. Amused to realise most that attended her lesson were children. If scents weren’t betraying them, some of them were her own. He flicked his ear back to Absinth, taking in what she said as she went on to talk about encounters and perception.

The pale wolf circled her students, and Flare followed her with an eye and a subtle flick of his head. When her gaze landed on him, he returned the amused smirk. Yes, yes, she had made a life for herself. He could see that. She continued on, and he found himself inclinding his head subtly. Yes, misinterpretation was a double edged blade. Fun to use, terrible to have turned against you.




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