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The interactions between wolf and owl were annoying more than comical, mainly for the animal’s choice of punishment brought on by some reason he felt necessary. She was inclined to called to him yet there was no name for her to utter. Again she clicked her tongue to the roof of her mouth and flicked an ear for the owl to come to her but he only clung harder to her mate until his bellowing octave forced her companion to release him and forced her ears down to spare her from the piercing tenor.
What did ‘fucked up’ mean, she wondered. His was of admitting to a fault? An apology would have sufficed enough to convey this without the high volume of vulgarity. But had she learned anything from him, it was that no matter how she would have chosen to handle a situation, Saluce always had his own way of handling the same and there was little to nothing she could say to sway a change from him. But he was right… so very right. She should not have been on the receiving end of his wrath just for following the laws that were set by the pack as well as following the teachings of her family; a negative action deserved a consequence yet she was portrayed the villain and was placed at a distance from those she had chosen to protect and lead. She did not deserve to be put at ends with them… nor did she deserve this isolation. And she needed affirm this with words, but her eyes said all.
She watched as Saluce slid to the ground, both owls now gone from his shoulders to play spectators instead of instigators. The pain of his injury was etched on his face brought on by his own unruly temper. She knew all too well the outcome that came from violent action without thought, as swift a reaction as instinct itself and just as formidable to deal with. Softly, the she-wolf sighed while carefully inching closer to the inner wall of the den. “You should lie down and rest.”