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08-04-2012, 05:09 PM
"You're not the only one to not know if your loved ones made it out," was the soft murmur that responded to the hybrid's muttered words. She knew he had not meant for herself or Ophelia to hear, but the words had reached her regardless. Quiet compassion gleamed in her eyes as she gazed at Osiris in understanding. There were two in particular she wondered about, every day. But she had to be strong for the Foothills, and not linger on that wondering.
Then the conversation seemed to leave her out, but Smoke didn't mind. Her advice had been given, and it was up to him now to take care of himself. No longer did she have the magic to patch him up where he stood, not that she expected him to let her do so, even if she had that skill.
Instead she listened and watched. Her dark head inclined in silent approval at Ophelia's words to the wolves, and her ears twitched as she watched the stallion look to the pack for an answer. "The mountains are north of here. The Foothills lay at the base of one range, the other is nearer the Edge. They are welcome to establish themselves near my herd, as we will not take your visiting them amiss. Just so long as they cause no mischief with our foals." There was a light, joking tone in her voice as she spoke that last, and a smile offered to the she-wolf who led the pack.
It occurred to her finally that she'd never actually introduced herself to Osiris, and that her name hadn't come up otherwise in conversation. "I am Smoke, by the way. One of the Foothills leaders and sometimes known as the Wild Rose." She gave a rueful smile then, before falling quiet.
Then the conversation seemed to leave her out, but Smoke didn't mind. Her advice had been given, and it was up to him now to take care of himself. No longer did she have the magic to patch him up where he stood, not that she expected him to let her do so, even if she had that skill.
Instead she listened and watched. Her dark head inclined in silent approval at Ophelia's words to the wolves, and her ears twitched as she watched the stallion look to the pack for an answer. "The mountains are north of here. The Foothills lay at the base of one range, the other is nearer the Edge. They are welcome to establish themselves near my herd, as we will not take your visiting them amiss. Just so long as they cause no mischief with our foals." There was a light, joking tone in her voice as she spoke that last, and a smile offered to the she-wolf who led the pack.
It occurred to her finally that she'd never actually introduced herself to Osiris, and that her name hadn't come up otherwise in conversation. "I am Smoke, by the way. One of the Foothills leaders and sometimes known as the Wild Rose." She gave a rueful smile then, before falling quiet.
