Sidriel was scared- no, terrified- of the wolf standing in front of her. She was frozen in fear, simply staring up at the strange creature who had come to her like an apparition. It seemed that her paranoid nature was not entirely uncalled for, as there really were wolves who lurked in the darkness like this one. And this time there would be no one to save her like there would be in Diveen. Why had she wandered outside of the borders? The lands, perhaps, called to her, but it was no excuse. She might die out here with no one to know. What would her Father and Mother do? Sirius? Zarah? They would miss her terribly, she thought, and she cursed herself for being so ignorant as to get herself into trouble.

At his command, Sidriel stopped her cowering and stood as straight as she possibly could, though her tail still quivered, wanting to press itself between her legs once more. She listened to him speak, watching as he shifted and his dark undercoat revealed itself. To a young girl it really did appear that this Shade he spoke of truly resided within him. "I-I can see him. It looks like... you're made of shadows." She said quietly, still afraid that she would be made a meal of this wolf who sat before her.

She listened to his explanation and nodded slightly. It was true, what he said, that they culled the weak and elderly prey, but wolves were different from the prey animals that they hunted. There was culture, here, consciousness. Surely he couldn't mean that he, himself, culled the weaker wolves? They still had something to give, surely, to the land. As healers or counselors or fathers and mothers and sisters and brothers. But Sidriel couldn't argue with what he said, both due to fear and the fact that logically what he said made sense.

"Yes, I see." Sidriel said, and it was clear in her gaze that she was truly mulling over what the stranger had said. "If I may, um, how exactly do they drain the world? Is it... just because they are weak?" It was troublesome to think some part of her was truly trying to understand and sympathize with this monster, but perhaps her fear had made her malleable.






















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