I Could Stop Time

Ugh, how stupid of her. These wolves didn't have tribes! If they did, they might possibly be mistaken for Tahtla wolves. Maybe tribes went by different names. Or what if he wasn't part of one? Not part of a tribe? What does a wolf need to do to deserve that? Was this wolf somehow kicked out of his tribe? How would he hunt, survive, protect and heal without a family? Perhaps it was lack of experience and understanding that led her to believe that wolves were not able to live as loners. Far too long has her mind been narrowed to her own simple routine. She needed to explore, learn about other ways and broaden her knowledge.

She beamed a small accepting smile, assuring the young male that there was nothing wrong with not being part of a home. Rogue life seemed to pique her curiosity at the moment, as well as the ways of the "far lands". She hoped she wasn't bothering the man by any means with her usual nosy inquires.


"No home..." She began softly, her features showing the concentration and determination of allowing easy comprehension for the male. If only she knew this language from the top of her head, hah! That would be marvellous. "How you live?"


"Speech"