There was no answer he could give as to why she would hate him. Nothing definite anyway, but wolves were beings with their own minds and thoughts. He would swallow hard as she spoke, slowly lifting his green eyes to her. “Well... They tried to enslave you and... They’re my friends...” He would speak softly. The brown and cream boy would shift some as she made her offer.
“I don’t really belong to them. They... You see... They helped my mom and myself out when I was little. My real family... They... They hated us. Enslaved us. But Katja set us free. They’re not really bad Mystic... I’m just sorry you had to see them as that way. Kapra is teaching me all sorts of new things... He’s helping me become stronger.” The boy would give a sad smile.
“You’re a good friend Mystic... Perhaps a bit too forgiving to me though... But... I’m glad. I don’t want to lose one of my only friends.”
