Wildwing wrote:"Politics?" Najmah repeated incredulously. There were a number of things she had expected Aimarra to say. Calling Najmah a liar for one, asking why T'Sone became the way she did for another. But politics was not one of those things. Not by a longshot.
However, it somehow helped Najmah. Up until that point, she had been consumed by awful feelings of guilt that twisted her insides. But, maybe because she had been so thrown off, those feelings were gone now. Somehow, she even felt hopeful for the younger wolves in front of her.
"...I guess there might be a chance," Najmah softly stated, "I think that your birth parents sent you down that river to save your life, if T'Sone attacked your pack. But it's possible that they escaped either to the east or far south. Or maybe, if you're really lucky... Well, I guess luck has been on your side this whole time. It's good you came here when you did. T'Sone's pack was disbanded just a few days ago, so you won't have to be worried about getting captured or killed up here."
"That's a relief," Aimarra started with a content sigh. She looked to Najmah momentarily. "You said this.. T'Sone... that her pack was disbanded. Do you know a old member of her pack? Maybe they could be willing to help my brother and I."