Even as he complimented her choices, they felt wrong. She felt like she should not hesitate to run across the borders… that she should hold no loyalty to the wolves of whom they belonged and yet she did. Only time would help her understand the attachment she felt to it, and even her brother could not speed up the time it would take for her to process it.
A Valle’s only as good as their word. Was that pride? The faintest hints of it? Something about it sent a disgustingly warm fuzzy feeling down her spine even if the moment were fleeting, and once more she did not know how to feel about it, or how to feel about the wolf in front of her.
“Not far, just in the outlying territory…” She stated, perhaps thinking wistfully that he was going to be hiding out someplace nearby, not truly capable of leaving them. The father she knew would never… so why had he left? “I will… you promise you won’t tell Vi or Eros?” She asked, a still cautious approach. “I won’t be long… I will be back long before nightfall.” She would make a promise… one she intended to keep, to be a Valle worthy of her word.