She gave a cascade of giggling bubbly laughter at his words about his dad, Ceal understood how it felt to loose the only things that mattered to you, she could never say that she hated her real mom for what she'd done, she had to have had her reasons as to why she had dropped young Ceal off in Spirane a few seasons back. She didn't really know what it was she felt when she thought of her mom. What did she look like? was she like Ceal? did she have the light russet almost pinkish colored stripe along her nose ridge and down her back like Ceal? did it end at her tail tip or did it stop before that? where her eyes as vibrant a shade of pink like her own? she had to have gotten all this 'pink' from some where. "He sounds like he's got a good sence of humor, like you" she said with a chuckle, this was probably the first thing he'd spoken about Azreal really, truely spoken about him. Ceal felt honoured that Meryl had opened up like this to her.

Her vibrant eyes open wide when Meryl talks about the wolves of Iromar, how they where blood thirsty monsters, the breath leaves her lungs, exiting her throat with a slight squeak, though barely audible "are they really monsters?" she hadn't seen a wolf from Iromar before... but Momma had talked about them a few times at meetings when things had seemed to get stirred up "Momma said that the others where to keep me safe because of Iromar.... do you think they'll come after me?" she said looking around slightly spooked but still confident that she was alright. But there is work to be done and she wont let Meryl know she's to spooked about these Iromar monsters, "oh I don't think so," she said with a chuckle "besides, their all busy with the war anyways right? who would waste their energies trying to get to a no-name pup anyways" she said with a sparkle in her eyes.

She quickly bound away before they could get to into the conversation, it was one for another time, another day, they had work to do after all! She bounded around, her pink eyes keeping careful watch of the landscape near her paws and around herself, ears always ready for anything that might come their way. Maybe she could catch a rabbit or something for lunch later for the two of them. Meryl was so much bigger than she he would probably need two bunnies to fill his big belly. She hums a soft tune as she goes about her work, carefully collecting a few from each plant in the area before bounding back to where she and Meryl had met, letting them drop to the ground before going back out for more. She was a small wolf after all and her mouth wouldn't get big enough yet to support such a large package. After a few trips back and forth she clutched them all together in a small pile, probably a foot by a foot's worth of aloe and then waited happily for Meryl to return.


"Talks like this"

Lyrics from "Cath..." by Death Cab For Cutie.