Never Here nor There

The etiquette of conversation had not been practiced in some time, and as she turned to begin her quiet retreat, she felt no reason to assume the course. This was but a passing instance, an unfortunate moment construed by the gods for their own entertainment purposes. The female was not keen to smile for it, for why would the object of a jest choose to smile? Rather, she returned her hardened visage and showed him her back, offering only a sweep of her tail to place upon him the choice to follow whether he cared to or not.

Her intentions were to leave, not loiter and converse and then lands reeked of ill intent. More so it was her perception that placed a grim like upon the stone littered plains. Any place that smelled of a collective was a danger in her mind...not for the physical implications a pack brought to mind, but for the intangible bonds they sought to form. She harbored no desire to be a part of that webbing, and to profess this truth only even churned her stomach. Not because it meant bringing insult to another, but the strain it put on herself. She was not inclined to speak so freely...unless of course the need was exceptionally dire.

And in this instance...it wasn't.