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"We’ve met outside the packlands—is that not enough to assess another?" The black fae did not presume to know Leroy—indeed that would have been far from the truth. But she had gotten to understand a bit about the male, and she knew that Svara would be fine with him. And now Svara was no longer a little girl, though at times her attitude would say otherwise. What little training the red hued girl had received from the Warrior would be enough to fend off most attackers, for most had little or no training themselves. But the woman did not think that Leroy would do such a thing. It would take great provocation for the husky to commit an injustice against the girl, she thought, even if it were from Svara herself. While the wounds upon Svara’s face had not been deserved, it had been of her own doing. The woad warrior wondered if the girl had learned to read others, or at least understand. Did she even try anymore? Cwmfen simply did not know.
A light smile flickered across her maw. Perhaps she should have known, but there were many things that the warrior did not understand. She was a simple wolf, and she understood things intimately and superficially. The black fae thought often in the silence of her solitude, but when interacting with others, physical engagement was often necessary for full understanding. It was just the way the warrior was. She had sought to understand the mechanisms of society, but in the end she would never fully understand because she had not been exposed to it during her childhood. It was that way of instinct and survival.
"You should know that each individual and each situation is unique—I cannot surely know anything." The warrior had believed that the girl would learn, that she could coexist with the pack in an amiable relationship. But that had obviously been an incorrect assumption. And Haku had tolerated none of it, even Cercelee had displayed little tolerance. And the warrior herself, who believed in discipline, did not tolerate insubordination. Haku had thrown the girl out and Cercelee had agreed. The warrior did not harbor and protect the enemies of the pack. And yet here Svara was not seen as an enemy because the Warrior protected nothing, prevented no threat. This was simply a candid conversation, and she had chosen to partake in it.
Cwmfen could not see the moisture that had accumulated within the girl’s eyes, nor could she smell the emotion that promoted it if only because it did not seem to exist. That gesture of the past was lost with the past, and the warrior saw only the back of the girl’s head. In the silence the woman watched the girl work, comfortable with those herbal responsibilities. The white orbs that had been watching the hands work lifted when she turned. "I was curious," the soft melody said, and for a moment it seemed as if that would be all. The steady gaze was held upon the yellow eyes, seeing many things, perhaps even hatred. "As warrior, I have very little concern for your wellbeing," she said at length, and her words, though not intending to be so, may have been a little harsh. "But I wondered how life was for an old friend." She was not obligated with the duties of her martial life within this span of time, for there was no threat being presented. Even though Svara had betrayed her trust by bringing banned dogs into her den and disrespecting the pack authorities, the warrior was able to allow such a thing to persist. It was not as strong as attachment, but it was a relationship she had known. Of course, she did not expect Svara to receive her words, but at least she had been able to see how it was that she fared.
"Look," the warrior said. "We’ve already established that we cannot understand one another, and you have expressed your disgust with what I do. But things never truly die. Even the soul persists." And perhaps the volatile behavior of the girl would push her away, but at least she could leave her with this last thought.
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"We’ve met outside the packlands—is that not enough to assess another?" The black fae did not presume to know Leroy—indeed that would have been far from the truth. But she had gotten to understand a bit about the male, and she knew that Svara would be fine with him. And now Svara was no longer a little girl, though at times her attitude would say otherwise. What little training the red hued girl had received from the Warrior would be enough to fend off most attackers, for most had little or no training themselves. But the woman did not think that Leroy would do such a thing. It would take great provocation for the husky to commit an injustice against the girl, she thought, even if it were from Svara herself. While the wounds upon Svara’s face had not been deserved, it had been of her own doing. The woad warrior wondered if the girl had learned to read others, or at least understand. Did she even try anymore? Cwmfen simply did not know.
A light smile flickered across her maw. Perhaps she should have known, but there were many things that the warrior did not understand. She was a simple wolf, and she understood things intimately and superficially. The black fae thought often in the silence of her solitude, but when interacting with others, physical engagement was often necessary for full understanding. It was just the way the warrior was. She had sought to understand the mechanisms of society, but in the end she would never fully understand because she had not been exposed to it during her childhood. It was that way of instinct and survival.
"You should know that each individual and each situation is unique—I cannot surely know anything." The warrior had believed that the girl would learn, that she could coexist with the pack in an amiable relationship. But that had obviously been an incorrect assumption. And Haku had tolerated none of it, even Cercelee had displayed little tolerance. And the warrior herself, who believed in discipline, did not tolerate insubordination. Haku had thrown the girl out and Cercelee had agreed. The warrior did not harbor and protect the enemies of the pack. And yet here Svara was not seen as an enemy because the Warrior protected nothing, prevented no threat. This was simply a candid conversation, and she had chosen to partake in it.
Cwmfen could not see the moisture that had accumulated within the girl’s eyes, nor could she smell the emotion that promoted it if only because it did not seem to exist. That gesture of the past was lost with the past, and the warrior saw only the back of the girl’s head. In the silence the woman watched the girl work, comfortable with those herbal responsibilities. The white orbs that had been watching the hands work lifted when she turned. "I was curious," the soft melody said, and for a moment it seemed as if that would be all. The steady gaze was held upon the yellow eyes, seeing many things, perhaps even hatred. "As warrior, I have very little concern for your wellbeing," she said at length, and her words, though not intending to be so, may have been a little harsh. "But I wondered how life was for an old friend." She was not obligated with the duties of her martial life within this span of time, for there was no threat being presented. Even though Svara had betrayed her trust by bringing banned dogs into her den and disrespecting the pack authorities, the warrior was able to allow such a thing to persist. It was not as strong as attachment, but it was a relationship she had known. Of course, she did not expect Svara to receive her words, but at least she had been able to see how it was that she fared.
"Look," the warrior said. "We’ve already established that we cannot understand one another, and you have expressed your disgust with what I do. But things never truly die. Even the soul persists." And perhaps the volatile behavior of the girl would push her away, but at least she could leave her with this last thought.