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 She couldn’t help but snort, grinning back at Woya’s comment – that much they could easily agree on. But she couldn’t blame Aleister for her not knowing, not entirely anyway. Still, from the other woman’s reaction, it would appear Flair was not the only one who had been out of the loop. “Ah,” She jerked her head upwards in an understanding gesture at the response to her question; “’s it far?” her voice was casual, eyes drifting away from the other wolf and out over the snow-covered forests below. She couldn’t help but think of her own family, so far north, wondering what had changed in the years since she left; I could have nieces and nephews now… The thought made her unexpectedly wistful, though there was plenty of things she didn’t miss about her old life, she did still love her siblings and hoped they were happy. But the thought of heading home for a visit made a cold shiver run down her spine, and she quickly returned her attention to Woya, waiting curiously for her answer. ”Speech" Thoughts |
| She hadn’t really noticed the one-sidedness of the conversation; Her focus was learning about this stranger with apparent ties to the pack, and as long as she wasn’t asked any direct questions, she wasn’t likely to volunteer any information about herself. She’d never been much of a conversationalist, as her attempt at an icebreaker had clearly shown, and honestly felt much more comfortable just asking questions. But Woya was done being interrogated, casting a dismissive look at the piled snow as she gave her last answer and then she was on the move. Surprised by this change, Flair took a moment to follow, giving the avalanche a look of her own under furrowed brows. Then she jumped to her paws, trotting after the pale wolf until they were shoulder to shoulder - with a respectful space in between. She would have asked more about this neighboring pack, apparently settled in, what Flair thought of as, the dark and overgrown eastern woods. But Woya finally managed to get in a question of her own, stumping the fiery woman. She’d never actually heard Al’s mother’s name before, but could extrapolate from the context, a half snort escaping her at the thought. “Nah m’ fam’ly’s from up north, the red’s from m’ gramma,” She explained with a crooked smile, giving one shoulder a shrug. She’d never met her namesake, who died before her mother moved them all back there, but she’d heard plenty stories of the old woman; Not sure if I’m better off or not… ”Speech" Thoughts |
Sex: Female
