04-12-2009, 01:39 AM
Brennt looked impassively at the floor, his nose still huffing at the scent of the family in the building, but the meandering processes of his mind somewhere else entirely. Cwmfen was being nice to him; that hadn't happened since last time. But last time she had been tricking him, she had been nice and then attacked him. Maybe he had been wrong when he tried to love her? Maybe she had not wanted that. It was difficult to decide, because people lied so much, and he was wrong so much, but he also lived alone, so he couldn't depend on anyone else to let him know which one was which on any given day, and had to have some level of self-certainty in his dealings. He had decided she was tricking him, but later decided she had misunderstood him, then forgotten that resolution and returned back to the belief that she was bad and a liar. Now he wondered again if he hadn't been wrong. Maybe she wasn't bad like he thought. She had not attacked him earlier. She could have. He thought she would probably win. Another part of him did not want to give itself bad odds, but he usually wasn't very confident when he was thinking with words, and that branched out into many other avenues of feeling.
"Cwmfen will help me?" he said uncertainly, still staring at the floor. He had hunted with Maz just the day before, and was not ignorant on the subject. No, in fact, he would have made a very capable hunter, had his other quirks not gotten in the way of packlife. Alas, it would never be. Nonetheless, he supposed he was hungry enough that he could eat more, though he also knew that deer would somehow be lacking in what it was he had wanted. Strangely, though, Cwmfen's altered attitude had lessened his desire for the children he smelled inside, and this helped him to make his decision.
"Okay, please." The phrase was clumsily worded, the two words not said as if they were right beside one another, but intoned as if there were a middle part to the sentence which might bring the meaning together. In short, he agreed, and please was the polite thing to say when you wanted something from someone. That was what his mother had taught him. Thank you was for if they were already helping you. He wouldn't be in much of a state to say that once they were finished hunting, but Brennt rarely, if ever, thought that far ahead.
"Cwmfen will help me?" he said uncertainly, still staring at the floor. He had hunted with Maz just the day before, and was not ignorant on the subject. No, in fact, he would have made a very capable hunter, had his other quirks not gotten in the way of packlife. Alas, it would never be. Nonetheless, he supposed he was hungry enough that he could eat more, though he also knew that deer would somehow be lacking in what it was he had wanted. Strangely, though, Cwmfen's altered attitude had lessened his desire for the children he smelled inside, and this helped him to make his decision.
"Okay, please." The phrase was clumsily worded, the two words not said as if they were right beside one another, but intoned as if there were a middle part to the sentence which might bring the meaning together. In short, he agreed, and please was the polite thing to say when you wanted something from someone. That was what his mother had taught him. Thank you was for if they were already helping you. He wouldn't be in much of a state to say that once they were finished hunting, but Brennt rarely, if ever, thought that far ahead.