One day Borlla would learn the world was not going to cosset her at her whim. Today, Triell sucked in his feelings, and genuinely chuckled at her statement of weed,indru, and ears. Ya, right. He wanted to say, again held the words back. Shaking his head, he coughed to stop laughing and stood ready to go. She came to his side, giving him her little ha ha face. Nose wrinkled, and he heard what she said. She would be telling just how she found it. All by herself. Sighing, he briefly watched her cream form start away from him. Maybe one day someone would throw her off her thrown, but it would not be him. Oh, well. Least she could look after herself this way.

Grinding his teeth, black ears dipped foward and he caught up with her. He still felt he'd accomplished something, and that was something she couldn't take away. Nothing further to say, he escorted her back to the pack den's where they would most likely find their brother. Sort out this whole escapade.
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