The golden female remained silent and still, watching this misunderstanding progress into a violent affair with startling expediency. What reason the young female had to dislike-rather hate her, was beyond the understanding of one who had not harbored such resentment for any creature, living or otherwise. Even her brother whom she knew despised her and did all he could to damn her had not received so much of her rage as she now received from this girl. The woman grew more unnerved the longer she remained in the child’s presence and witnessed her blatant disregard for rank and their pack conduct. More rogue than subordinate, a creature driven by absolute hate.
And Vesper lived among this?
Discouraging, to say the least. Had it not been for Zana’s cool and level head, had she suffered from the same closed mindedness as this child, no doubt not even a civil word would have gotten through before they were pitted into a scrap or worse. Thankfully no such consequence had occurred. All too willingly did she accept the petite female’s offer, conveying her agreement with a curt nod before casting her gaze again to the raging young one. She could think of now parting word that might soothe her, under the firm belief that any word would have sounded like a challenge when the intention might have been anything but. Treading around this girl was like walking atop a partially frozen river; it took only one ill placed step before the delicate ice gave way then a struggle for her life would ensue. No, she was quite fine in leaving without an utterance to her.
“Of course,” yet there was no cause for her to keep silent to her more disciplined host. Dipping down, the Nomad reclaimed her offered hare now cold and wet from exposure to the snow. She couldn’t very well give this as an offering to her friend, and felt the creeping pang of disappointment. She’d have to find something else, it looked like… But getting away from hostility felt like a more pressing matter to attend to than another hunt. “My Lady, do please lead the way,” the woman extended her paw in polite gesture, spanning from chest then outward from whence she came, signing in her own familiar wordless speak for the lady to take lead and whisk them to some haven that would be undisturbed. Unfortunately the wolf did not know these treacherous lands well enough to find a place to carry on their conversation, and last she wanted was another hostile encounter such as this. Or worse; to have truly done something to brand her gracious host as a traitor.
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