Ghosts of the Past

*Aranya* · 01-01-2014, 09:00 PM

Aranya listened carefully to her elder, drinking in his words, ruminating over them, trying to come up with thoughts of her own. She understood what he meant, and she had heard of such things happening with packs of wolves. They grew too large, needed too much food. They would become mean and bitter and fall apart. Was that what he meant? Well, she finally said. Personally, I've never seen one before, so I guess whatever they did or do, they aren't doing it here. At least there's that? She wasn't sure what the right answer was any more, and it struck her that maybe there really wasn't one. She also thought that maybe there would always be cruel, evil things. Without them, how could they know who was good and worth trusting? Aranya knew she didn't like the bad wolves she'd met, but it certainly made her more appreciative of kind brutes like Fermin. At least there's some of us who know better, she said. That's gotta count for something.

Speech,Thoughts,

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