I should not find myself surprised by the she-wolf's reply. She does not like my jab, but I cannot help my sense of humor. Who doesn't like a sly, smart-ass reply? I pretend to take her reprimand to heart, letting a bit of shame slide across my face. But instead, I feel alive and eager for more. After all, she agrees that the first of her riddles was too easy. An inaudible chuckle passes my lips, but then I go silent for her to tell us the next riddle. I look at the others as she speaks, wondering if they are intelligent enough to guess the answer, to figure out the mind-twisting words. Of course I am sure a few of them may get it, but all? Green eyes gaze scornfully across them, and I turn away, lending a more pleasant gaze to the she-wolf. Of course I would not dare insult her. I am not entirely a fool (only slightly).
Images form in the haze as she speaks, illustrating each line of the riddle. When she has finished, I cannot help but stand there in silence. This riddle is harder, and the answer does not come to me immediately. In fact, I am not sure that there is an answer at all, and I work hard to keep a confused frown from forming on my scarred face. With an unsatisfied grunt, I provide my 'answer'. "No. I cannot answer your riddle." I am deeply dissatisfied with my answer but I have none other to give. I am not the first to answer this, and wonder if perhaps 'no' is the correct answer after all.
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