Seemed the pack held its information as close to its chest as Denver had begun to do. He seemed more affable now, though, at least admitting what she'd suspected about the recent birth of the pack. She wondered what it would mean for the surrounding wolves, whether it was a blessing or to be regretted that Salsola had made its home so distant from the Court. His question took her aback, and she realised what he was asking her. She was a promoter of loyalty, of course, she always had been. What had the Court given her, though? What was it there that held her? Her greatest gift since coming to these lands had been the meeting with the outsider, Alae, who had shown her the key to her deepest mind. There were pleasant companions in the Court, but none she felt she could entirely rely upon. She felt a little shaken, realising her ties were not as solid as she had thought. But she could not agree to what he asked. The promise of more to come still held her, and she mistrusted this new, slyer Denver and the new scent all about him. "I see no point fluttering from place to place with little need, like a confused butterfly," came her traditionally sharp answer. "More likely that you will return to the court with me now, your mind changed as to your allegiance in a matter of minutes."
.fred-caspa { font-family:verdana, geneva, sans-serif; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; padding-bottom:23px; text-align:justify; width: 380px; margin:0px auto;}
.fred-caspa p {text-indent:15px;}
</style>[/html]