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She does seem very different from the rumors I've heard about Iromar wolves. They say they're blood thirsty monsters who only live for chaos. She actually seems nice, but thens he does talk weird and her face hardly ever moves. Maybe she doesn't feel anything? Or she's just serious all the time. She does give a small hint of emotion when she blinks, a little peek into her interest and it seems to have to do something with Glorall. She seems surprised when I start going on about mom too. I guess it was rude of me but the emotion is still too fresh, too raw. She composes herself rather quickly, watching me with a blank expression as I go on about it. My body still trembles and silent tears continue to roll down my cheeks. I look away, ashamed of my own weakness. I don't even know this wolf and I'm crying my eyes out in front of her. The silence gathers but at least she doesn't leave. She could have but she didn't. I look up at her finally when she speaks, my brows rising in surprise. Vengeance? She speaks so calmly, so matter of factly. I shake my head, taking a hesitant step back. "No, I don't think that's what I need to do. I'm no fighter, miss. I would just join mom and that's not what she would have wanted." My face softens at the thought of mom. I'll always remember her final words. She wanted me to run, to live my life without her. She wouldn't want me to pick a fight with the wolf who killed her and end up dead myself. Tristan.male.5 years old.son of |