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nawww, is not bad! 447 words
Seventeen? Wow. If they were all still around, that would be a fairly large pack all on it's own! And some of them probably had kids of their own now, too. It was mind-boggling how much.. history Kaena seemed to carry on her. It weighed heavy on her, and even a casual glance could read it in her scars. She had lived life, she had done things, she had probably even been places when important things were happening. And so while there was a strange connection between the two of them, where Sofia couldn't help but relate so strongly with this female who also expectedr death (even if not as imminently)... There was a jealousy, too. Kaena had what Sofia would never get. Sure, most of this history, this experience, this life was in the past, but Sofi was sure it had been something impressive in it's own time! The scars, the wisdom.. Couldn't come from anything else.
The tips about the various wolf packs somewhat surprised Sofia. Mostly because she had met a wolf or so from most of the packs, and couldn't help but picture the overall personality of the pack as simply an extension of the kindnesses she had seen. Of course, she looked a wolf, and in her encounters she had surely been pegged as one. Dahlia de Mai wasn't terribly surprising with Eliza's cool formality, but Phoenix Valley had the friendly and pleasant Geneva. Thinking of how thoroughly simple prejudice could turn friends to enemies left Sofi with a dark and twisty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
In this weather, the young girl wasn't too sure how much luck she'd have on the coast. Besides, fish tasted.. blah. True, at this level of hungry she would have swallowed fish-flesh as readily as any other meat, but if she had to go through the effort to bring something down she might as well go with the tastier one. It wasn't like hunting rabbits would be any harder than getting ahold of slippery slimey salty fish. Kaena's offer was received with both relief and trepidation. Sofi had a sudden, itchy fear that this would turn out the same way as her attempted hunting with Finn had. But these were packlands. There would be more meat for the catching. Her vivid memory of messing up the hunt a few days ago made her almost wish Kaena hadn't been so delicate about her pride, had just offered to hunt for her. But for all that that was easy to think, it was basically impossible to speak aloud. "Actually yeah.. I was planning on hunting something, company" and assistance would be great. Which way is the forest?"
Seventeen? Wow. If they were all still around, that would be a fairly large pack all on it's own! And some of them probably had kids of their own now, too. It was mind-boggling how much.. history Kaena seemed to carry on her. It weighed heavy on her, and even a casual glance could read it in her scars. She had lived life, she had done things, she had probably even been places when important things were happening. And so while there was a strange connection between the two of them, where Sofia couldn't help but relate so strongly with this female who also expectedr death (even if not as imminently)... There was a jealousy, too. Kaena had what Sofia would never get. Sure, most of this history, this experience, this life was in the past, but Sofi was sure it had been something impressive in it's own time! The scars, the wisdom.. Couldn't come from anything else.
The tips about the various wolf packs somewhat surprised Sofia. Mostly because she had met a wolf or so from most of the packs, and couldn't help but picture the overall personality of the pack as simply an extension of the kindnesses she had seen. Of course, she looked a wolf, and in her encounters she had surely been pegged as one. Dahlia de Mai wasn't terribly surprising with Eliza's cool formality, but Phoenix Valley had the friendly and pleasant Geneva. Thinking of how thoroughly simple prejudice could turn friends to enemies left Sofi with a dark and twisty feeling in the pit of her stomach.
In this weather, the young girl wasn't too sure how much luck she'd have on the coast. Besides, fish tasted.. blah. True, at this level of hungry she would have swallowed fish-flesh as readily as any other meat, but if she had to go through the effort to bring something down she might as well go with the tastier one. It wasn't like hunting rabbits would be any harder than getting ahold of slippery slimey salty fish. Kaena's offer was received with both relief and trepidation. Sofi had a sudden, itchy fear that this would turn out the same way as her attempted hunting with Finn had. But these were packlands. There would be more meat for the catching. Her vivid memory of messing up the hunt a few days ago made her almost wish Kaena hadn't been so delicate about her pride, had just offered to hunt for her. But for all that that was easy to think, it was basically impossible to speak aloud. "Actually yeah.. I was planning on hunting something, company" and assistance would be great. Which way is the forest?"