I shifted back slightly as her head dropped to my own, the girl apparently determined to whisper huskily at me, as if she wasn’t sure how to use of voice, or maybe because she just really liked me a lot and was trying to be like…enticing. I’m not really sure, I think maybe I am too young to be affected by such things. I shrugged loosely, in as much as a wolf can really shrug, golden eyes still resting upon her as she spoke. Apparently I wasn’t old enough to let anyone in. I suppose that made sense, I mean, I didn’t really have any authority. That would change of course, one day, I always was someone, something….or maybe I was once. I’m not sure. Sometimes, in my dreams, in that red land where I am taller, I remember being important, very important and I remember looking for someone or something- but I don’t remember what. Maybe this Raven knows, maybe she does not. I’m not really sure. I do not think I am really sure about a lot- but that is alright. I think sometimes it’s nice not to know everything, to still be surprised. I think I managed some sort of smile, trying to be polite still and maybe because I wasn’t exactly sure what else I was supposed to do. I would probably scare her if I kept grinning like this and really I guess I felt terribly…silly, but I really didn’t have anything else to do as I tried to find something to say back to her.

“Well, I don’t really think anyone else is coming, but I can sit here with you for a bit if you want? We could talk about the weather. Adults do that. That must mean it’s something we should probably talk about. You go first.”

I never really knew why adults talked about the conditions of the environment, but I suppose there must be a reason, I mean- why else would they do it. I suppose I hoped she wouldn’t talk about it the way Father does, with big words that hurt my not-smart head and make me realise just how lucky I am that I am not Mother and not forever having to hear about cloud formations. I like them just being clouds. I don’t like them when they become complicated. My golden eyes turned back to her again, earthen pelt seeming darker within the shade.

“I won’t get into trouble and if I do, it is my trouble, not yours.”

If she didn’t want to come in, well, that was ok, I wouldn’t tell her she had to and I couldn’t make her. Not until I grew up and found the magic land and made myself its leader like I’m supposed to, like I was always supposed to be…I think. Maybe I dream too much.

“Raven- do you know about the land…that is red and…flat?”

I have a girly voice, I think. That’s a shame.